In the dead of night, he stalks his prey
A shadow in the darkness, with a deadly sway
His rifle's whisper, is the only sound
As he creeps through the shadows, with a hunter's crown
Rise up, the gunslinger, with a vendetta in his eyes
With every shot, a justice he'll deny
No mercy shown, for the guilty and the bold
He'll take them down, with a cold and steady hand
He's a ghost in the streets, a phantom in the night
A force of vengeance, with a ruthless light
His eyes burn bright, with a fire so cold
As he mows down targets, like grains of gold
Rise up, the gunslinger, with a vendetta in his eyes
With every shot, a justice he'll deny
No mercy shown, for the guilty and the bold
He'll take them down, with a cold and steady hand
His legend grows, as the body count climbs high
A one-man army, with a deadly reply
The bullets are his language, and death is his creed
As he takes down the wicked, in a hail of lead
Rise up, the gunslinger, with a vendetta in his eyes
With every shot, a justice he'll deny
No mercy shown, for the guilty and the bold
He'll take them down, with a cold and steady hand