Letras
The sun splits the sky, sharp as a blade
Two figures stretch long, where courage is weighed
The heat bites the ground, the air feels thin
The devil's got a seat, and he's leanin' in
No preacher, no choir, no mourners' hymn
Just fate's cold hand, and a fight to win
Hell at high noon, where the shadows grow
The sun burns hot, but the blood runs cold
One man stands, the other's undone
When the dust clears, only one
Boots scrape the ground, like a death knell's tone
Fingers twitch slow, hearts turn to stone
A crow breaks the still, its cry cuts deep
A prayer for the sinner, a vow they'll keep
No preacher, no choir, no mourners' hymn
Just fate's cold hand, and a fight to win
Hell at high noon, where the shadows grow
The sun burns hot, but the blood runs cold
One man stands, the other's undone
When the dust clears, only one
Gunpowder smoke curls, like a serpent's breath
Echoes of fire, a dance with death
The wind whispers low, a name it won't tell
The town remembers the toll of hell
No preacher, no choir, no mourners' hymn
Just fate's cold hand, and a fight to win
Hell at high noon, where the shadows grow
The sun burns hot, but the blood runs cold
One man stands, the other's undone
When the dust clears, only one