Cold ash drifts across the blackest floor, Silence echoes through the ruined door. Standing silent in the smoking haze, Frozen danger in his icy gaze. Spin the cylinder steel, Fate turns like a wild wheel. He’s the wanderer who walks through the cold, Ancient stories that have never been told. When the darkness swallows all of the light, The Gunslinger rules the edge of the night. Black cloak drifting in a bitter wind, Bearing burdens where the world has sinned. High-crowned hat conceals a deadly stare, Hunting phantoms in the chilly air. Spin the cylinder steel, Fate turns like a wild wheel. He’s the wanderer who walks through the cold, Ancient stories that have never been told. When the darkness swallows all of the light, The Gunslinger rules the edge of the night. Walking solo on a shadow path, Driven onward by a sacred wrath. Iron barrel aims straight at the heart, Where the mortal and the cursed part. Spin the cylinder steel, Fate turns like a wild wheel. He’s the wanderer who walks through the cold, Ancient stories that have never been told. When the darkness swallows all of the light, The Gunslinger rules the edge of the night. The Gunslinger rules the edge of the night.
