The hangman in #Dead Men´s Bend

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(Verse 1)
In Dead Men’s Bend, beneath the setting sun,
Two outlaws sit, their race is run.
Backwards on the horses, hands tied tight,
Strained necks longing for the final night.

(Pre-Chorus)
Crowds gather ‘round, hungry for the show,
Whispers of justice, whispers of woe.
Even the preacher’s come to say a prayer,
For souls lost in the desert air.

(Chorus)
And the gallows sway in the dusty breeze,
Death’s shadow dances on the leaves.
The sheriff’s voice is cold and clear,
Judgment day is drawing near.
The hangman’s whip, the horses’ stride,
Two souls riding to the other side.
In Dead Men’s Bend, the end is here,
Just another tale of blood and fear.

(Verse 2)
The sheriff’s eye is sharp and cold,
Justice paid, justice old.
The rope’s a noose, the moment’s tight,
Waiting for the dawn’s first light.

(Pre-Chorus)
Even the preacher’s voice is low,
Praying for mercy, praying for slow.
But no one’s stopping what’s been decreed,
This is the town’s dark, final deed.

(Verse 3)
The wind whispers secrets through the cacti and sand,
A quiet reminder of the justice at hand.
Both men know their fate, no tears, no regret,
In Dead Men’s Bend, their final sunset.

(Verse 4)
Streets fall silent, only echoes remain,
Of the reckoning in this cursed plain.
A tale of sorrow, of lives torn apart,
Marked forever on the town’s cold heart.

(Outro)
As the horses gallop into the night,
Two silent figures take their flight.
The grave’s been filled, the deed is done,
In Dead Men’s Bend, no mercy, no sun.

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(Verse 1) In Dead Men’s Bend, beneath the setting sun, Two outlaws sit, their race is run. Backwards on the horses, hands tied tight, Strained necks longing for the final night. (Pre-Chorus) Crowds gather ‘round, hungry for the show, Whispers of justice, whispers of woe. Even the preacher’s come to say a prayer, For souls lost in the desert air. (Chorus) And the gallows sway in the dusty breeze, Death’s shadow dances on the leaves. The sheriff’s voice is cold and clear, Judgment day is drawing near. The hangman’s whip, the horses’ stride, Two souls riding to the other side. In Dead Men’s Bend, the end is here, Just another tale of blood and fear. (Verse 2) The sheriff’s eye is sharp and cold, Justice paid, justice old. The rope’s a noose, the moment’s tight, Waiting for the dawn’s first light. (Pre-Chorus) Even the preacher’s voice is low, Praying for mercy, praying for slow. But no one’s stopping what’s been decreed, This is the town’s dark, final deed. (Chorus) And the gallows sway in the dusty breeze, Death’s shadow dances on the leaves. The sheriff’s voice is cold and clear, Judgment day is drawing near. The hangman’s whip, the horses’ stride, Two souls riding to the other side. In Dead Men’s Bend, the end is here, Just another tale of blood and fear. (Verse 3) The wind whispers secrets through the cacti and sand, A quiet reminder of the justice at hand. Both men know their fate, no tears, no regret, In Dead Men’s Bend, their final sunset. (Chorus) And the gallows sway in the dusty breeze, Death’s shadow dances on the leaves. The sheriff’s voice is cold and clear, Judgment day is drawing near. The hangman’s whip, the horses’ stride, Two souls riding to the other side. In Dead Men’s Bend, the end is here, Just another tale of blood and fear. (Verse 4) Streets fall silent, only echoes remain, Of the reckoning in this cursed plain. A tale of sorrow, of lives torn apart, Marked forever on the town’s cold heart. (Outro) As the horses gallop into the night, Two silent figures take their flight. The grave’s been filled, the deed is done, In Dead Men’s Bend, no mercy, no sun.

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