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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 |