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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
The sun sank low, red like a wound,
Shadows stretched long 'cross this dead-end town.
Boot prints in the dust, they lead me west,
With the weight of their names pounding in my chest.
[Chorus]
There's blood in the dust, and the trail runs cold,
But the fire in my veins is a story untold.
For the lives they stole, for the tears that fell,
I’ll see ‘em all to the gates of hell.
[Verse 2]
The whiskey burns, but it won’t drown pain,
The faces of my kin, like ghosts, remain.
Each step I take, the night grows still,
But the sound of vengeance climbs the hill.
[Prechorus]
A loaded gun, a man can’t repent,
When the devil rides, there’s no lament.
[Chorus]
There's blood in the dust, and the trail runs cold,
But the fire in my veins is a story untold.
For the lives they stole, for the tears that fell,
I’ll see ‘em all to the gates of hell.
[Bridge]
The moon cuts the sky like a jagged blade,
And the wolves howl low where the debts get paid.
Every step’s a prayer, every prayer’s a curse,
And the weight of this anger just makes it worse.
Details
GeneratedNov 30, 2025
Duration3:13
LanguageEnglish
Style
unpolished texture. sparse arrangement featuring a mournful steel guitar, country, acoustic; deep male vocals with a raw, a steady acoustic strum, dark, and a haunting fiddle that wails in the background. the mood is tense and vengeful, deep, gritty, with a driving rhythm that feels like boots on a dirt road., theme
Credits
Prompt byMysticalKernel882
ModelAria v5
Prompt
Gritty country dark theme revenge for killing family deep voice
