She sits up there so deep inside those melancholy hills...
Some say she sleeps in caved to the bosom of a beast...
The tribes... refer... to her...
... as the seer of the damned
The troops... confer... to her...
... as the seeker of the dread

A single shining bullet could render the misconception...
but until it’s final flight pay heed to misdirection...

We came here for the story... till the gallows... till the glory...
O’ how we rattle in the faith of the promises we make...
-A Gunslinger for the hopes and dreams of you and I
-A Gravedigger for the hopeless dreams we will survive

Deadly were the tresses that she wove about my soul...
Deadly were the guesses that she whispered in my skull...

Her song so sweet drew them neigh...
A clever tongue for a tricky sigh...
She loved these men...
... so gallant and so brave
She wept-even as she fed-she wept... Weep-Weep away!
She kept their flesh... except their face...
... so they could turn to me and say

As you are... I was!... As I am... you will-you will be!

We came here for the story... till the gallows... till the glory...
O’ how we rattle in the faith of the promises we make...
-A Gunslinger for the hopes and dreams of you and I
-A Gravedigger for the hopeless dreams we will survive

As we are... we will-we will be!

B3 ;)