Against a Crooked Sky

Nightfall hit us hard and the darkness complete
 We were ridin through the valley of death
 We were three men strong from the town of abilene
 The smell of whiskey on our breath
 The first man was a con who had cheated all his life
 The second was a fiend of no repent
 The third man was i who would murder for a price
 A trio you could bet was devil sent
 We were bound for somewhere new
 To steal more lives
 Riding on the midnight wind
 Against a crooked sky
 As we rode on through, the moonlight crept above
 Nocturnal eyes watched all around
 We never rested once, we had no time to waste
 On the wings of greed we were bound
 We laughed as we went, all the hell that we'd wrought
 On all those who got in our way
 Not one hour before, we snuffed another life
 The blood still fresh upon our blades
 The wind came from the west, it whipped from side to side
 A cloud of dust erupted to stop us in our tracks
 For a moment we were blind from the grit in our eyes
 But slowly it cleared as laughter filled the sky
 And there before us stood a posse bathed in black
 Their steeds nothing more than rotted bone
 Their gaze was all afire and razor whips they cracked
 To shred the skin upon our backs
 One of them spoke with the gravel in his voice
 [your reign of evil is done]
 [you may ride a crooked sky but death does too]
 [the blood on your hands is your own]
 We were bound for somewhere new, condemned to ride
 Forever in the afterlife against a crooked sky