The Gunslinger by Voice
["Dry desert winds blow sand into a shabby bar
Drunken guys with cracking souls hang around
In the corners and are out of hope
Mankind is in despair, because the mighty
Shadows of the dark tower lie over them,
Like a black blanket"]
The door is banging on the wall
Shadows of a men enters this hall
Silence governs the room
Now is the beginning of doom
The man's face is dirty and far
But the eyes sparkle clear like a star
It's Dragon, the gunslinger
The guy with the nimble finger
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