Clayton’s born in the Ozark hills,
A broken child with an iron will.
Raised in the dirt, where the whiskey flows,
Under a father whose hatred grows.
Beaten down, with nothing to lose,
His life a cage, no chance to choose.
He left the home where the blood ran cold,
Hopped on a train, his story untold.
Guillermo’s path was dark and alone,
An orphan child with no place to call home.
In Jalisco, the streets were his friends,
Till the day a gang met their bitter end.
He shot two men, blood on his hands,
Fleeing the law, to escape the land.
With a gun and a dream, he hit the track,
Bound for Arizona, never looking back.
Terminus, the end of the line,
Two outlaws running from fate’s design.
Through the dust, through the flame,
Chasing freedom, never the same.
Terminus, where the tracks will fade,
Two souls broken, decisions made.
They ride to the end, but the fight’s not done
At Terminus, their fates are spun.
On the train, they meet by chance,
Two hardened men, caught in the dance.
Clayton with the past he can’t outrun,
Guillermo with the blood he’s done.
Through the night, they share their pain,
A bond of outlaws, who’ll never be tamed.
They part in Terminus, a town of dust,
No promises made, but they both must trust.
Terminus, the end of the line,
Two outlaws running from fate’s design.
Through the dust, through the flame,
Chasing freedom, never the same.
Terminus, where the tracks will fade,
Two souls broken, decisions made.
They ride to the end, but the fight’s not done
At Terminus, their fates are spun.
Years have passed, Clayton wears the badge,
A sheriff now, with a fiery rage.
He promised to clean the streets of sin,
But the gangs rise, the war begins.
Then one day, the name comes clear,
Guillermo’s the one he has to fear.
The outlaw king, the leader’s face,
Now Clayton’s law, forced to chase.
The showdown’s set, the guns are drawn,
Old friends turned enemies, the dawn is gone.
Clayton’s hand shakes, his mind’s a mess,
The past and the law put to the test.
Guillermo stands, his eyes are cold,
A man of honor, a heart turned bold.
The gunfire echoes, the tension high,
One man will fall, one man will die.
Terminus, the end of the line,
Two outlaws running from fate’s design.
Through the dust, through the flame,
Chasing freedom, never the same.
Terminus, where the tracks will fade,
Two souls broken, decisions made.
They ride to the end, but the fight’s not done—
At Terminus, their fates are spun.
The smoke clears, the world stands still,
Clayton’s choice, his soul to fill.
To kill his brother, or let him run,
At Terminus, the end has come.
One life lost, one life free,
At Terminus, what will be?
