| From the corral dust, a bad hoss appears
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| Of frozen air, beyond misery hill
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| Saddle sore, from a phantom trail
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| His hooves are toned, with a chant of death
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| The sunburst kills, the glories of the morning
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| Unwanted omen, from the deserts of hell
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| Hell rides at dawn
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| Hell is here
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| Hell rides at dawn
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| Lost souls cry
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| The town retreats, lest the dangerous ones
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| On through town, trail devils dogs
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| Among torrid stares, from the invisible enemies
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| Dismount the steed, at the palace of sin
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| The wretched gunman, falls to the ground
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| The spirit of slumber, came and bade him sleep
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| From the house, came Penelope Vines
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| «I'm Lucius Mortimer, from Ravens Catch»
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| Hell rides at dawn
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| Hell is here
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| Hell rides at dawn
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| Lost souls cry
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| Now rest thy head
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| Upon my sheets of gold
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| And when you awake
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| Your broken winds will blow
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| In this bucket of blood
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| The deviltry pass as rule
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| In this bucket of blood
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| The equalizer, tells of fools
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| The hours go by
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| You arise from the lush crib
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| I the night hawk
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| Took you here to mend
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| In this bucket of blood
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| The deviltry pass as rule
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| In this bucket of blood
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| The equalizer, tells of fools
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| Stranger, I can give you wealth
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| My ladies of the line, hear of secret mines
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| Together we can fool, the ones who deceive
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| A god fearing town, beyond misery hill
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| «Why should I, not take these things alone»
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| For pennies you’ll die, there is no escape
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| Now take of my wine, and pleasures of me
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| And I’ll show you to, the palace of sin |