"Pearl-Handled Duel" (Mysterious Metal - First Person POV ) [Verse 1] The clock strikes midnight on a hollow-eyed town, Whispers like razors cut the silence down. She walks in shadow, but the moon betrays— A glint of pearl where the pistol lays. [Pre-Chorus] They say she was forged in the devil’s own flame, A kiss like gunpowder, no two shots the same. The wind holds its breath as the cards are dealt, A debt paid in lead or the hand you were felt. [Chorus] She was made to duel with pearl-handled guns, Every shot’s a hymn where the guilty run. Cross your heart, but the trigger’s true, There’s angels weeping for the likes of you. [Verse 2] The saloon doors creak like a sinner’s last plea, Her boots mark time where the dead men freeze. I saw her reflection in the barkeep’s glass— A smile like the reaper’s scythe in pass. [Bridge] Ten paces turn, the crowd draws thin, The crows scream justice, but the crows lie easy. One breath. One spark. The world cracks apart. [Chorus] She was made to duel with pearl-handled guns, Every shot’s a hymn where the guilty run. Cross your heart, but the trigger’s true, There’s angels weeping for the likes of you. [Outro] Now the gallows sway where the church bells used to ring, And the pearl in my palm’s the last damned thing I’ll cling… (Fade to gunshot echo.)
