Old Kurt

Old Kurt walks into that dusty old saloon, With shadows clinging tight, and the air turning blue. The ghosts of his past whisper tales of the night, As the scum of the West just radiate fright. [Verse 1] His heart's like a furnace, burning with rage, Memories of innocence trapped in a cage. With fire and hatred, old wounds laid bare, He’s searching for justice, and he’s ready to dare. In the name of the Lord, he’ll make them all pay, As the darkness devours the light of the day. [Chorus] Oh, the cries of the guilty drown in the sound, As the piano's lament plays, sorrow profound. Blood spills like ink on the old wooden floor, In Tombstone, Old Kurt’s wrath keeps knocking at the door. [Verse 2] His sawed-off shotgun, a tool of the trade, Each pull of the trigger, a promise displayed. Detached body parts in a wild man’s spree, Requiem echoing, no mercy, just glee. A head on his saddle, he rides through the night, To the safety of home, guided by twilight. [Chorus] Oh, the cries of the guilty drown in the sound, As the piano's lament plays, sorrow profound. Blood spills like ink on the old wooden floor, In Tombstone, Old Kurt’s wrath keeps knocking at the door. [Chorus] Oh, the cries of the guilty drown in the sound, As the piano's lament plays, sorrow profound. Blood spills like ink on the old wooden floor, In Tombstone, Old Kurt’s wrath keeps knocking at the door. [Bridge] In the smoke and the shadows, he stands all alone, A reaper in flesh, claiming sins to atone. The wind howls his name as the thunder replies, Old Kurt rides for vengeance beneath blood-red skies. [Verse 3] A scarred leather jacket, a tale etched in dust, Each bullet he fires whispers, "Betrayal to trust." The town falls silent, no soul dares to speak, As he carves his redemption in blood through the weak. [Outro] Oh, the cries of the guilty fade with the dawn, As the piano now plays for the souls that are gone. A legend of Tombstone, his name etched in lore, Old Kurt disappears, his vengeance no more.