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