Hellrider’s Requiem (Live at the Stadium)

I carved my path through dust and flame, A shadow cursed, no one to blame, Rode with the devil, long bitter days, His laughter echoes in the haze. Blood on my hands, boots on the ground, A rebel soul the law unbound, The wind howls low, it calls my name, A reckoning born in the devil’s game. And now there’s hell to pay, The reaper’s on his way, Do I stand and fight, face my judgment day? Or spit in the dark and just ride away? Hell to pay, hell to pay, The outlaw’s price, come what may. The sun burns black, the sky’s a scar, Ghosts of the fallen haunt my star, Every mile, a sin to claim, Every shot, a debt untamed. The devil grins, he knows my soul, A firelit cage, no parole, The gallows sway, the noose is tight, But I was born to cheat the night. And now there’s hell to pay, The reaper’s on his way, Do I stand and fight, face my judgment day? Or spit in the dark and just ride away? Hell to pay, hell to pay, The outlaw’s price, come what may. The hoofbeats thunder, the hounds draw near, A whiskey toast to drown the fear, A loaded gun, a crooked grin, Do I run, do I stay, and finally face my end. The crossroads burn, the choice is mine, Damnation’s call or freedom’s line. And now there’s hell to pay, The reaper’s on his way, Do I stand and fight, face my judgment day? Or spit in the dark and just ride away? Hell to pay, hell to pay, The outlaw’s price, come what may. Rode with the devil, the years unwind, Left my soul on the borderline, Judgment or flight, the dawn will tell, An outlaw’s tale, half heaven, half hell.