hells breaking loose when the daltons rode

terrorizing aims get off the ground

fellows-hip by brotherhood in arms

despising law and order, got remand

their soul has slept in cold eclipse

roused by fighting spirit

following the promised way straight

to the dawn of dying

dancing to the beat of the singing guns

another soul is passing by

at the dawn of dying

the dawn of dying



barrels sight their heads in coffeville

lured into the trap the end is near

at least the dead await the final storm

baptized in fire, bodies to adorn

bullets flow dehumanized

but the purge is done

within the one who told the story

within the truth about the glory

of the dawn of dying

the dawn of dying



forever crucified at the judgement's wooden spine

the final pulse of history

forever buried there where the others lie

old west infinity

perfect genocide is computerized

the laughing face of death around

the warning that nobody realized

will take us to the dawn

the dawn of dying

the dawn of dying