Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Dust wind Long road Hoof beats pound in a dead-man code All black Brim low Ash on his coat from the towns he’s rode Jackals hush when they feel him near Cards freeze mid-air in the frontier cheer There’s a fire in his eyes that never cools Burns like a brand for the faithless fools [Chorus] Here comes the rider dressed in black Thunder in his wake Never looks back Lightning in his shadow Sparks in his trail He’s draggin’ evil men straight down to hell Straight down to hell (hey!) Straight down to hell [Verse 2] Tin star cracked Hangs on his vest Ghost of a lawman cursed by the West Names carved deep on the stock he holds Each one paid in lead and cold Saloon doors swing Every sinner prays He can smell your sins from a mile away If your hands aren’t clean when you meet his gaze You’ll be dust and smoke by the break of day [Chorus] Here comes the rider dressed in black Thunder in his wake Never looks back Lightning in his shadow Sparks in his trail He’s draggin’ evil men straight down to hell Straight down to hell (oh yeah) Straight down to hell [Bridge] [Drums drop to toms Low guitar drone] Black horse snorts like a smoking gun Sky splits open Light comes undone You can run You can beg You can choke on prayer But once he’s on your scent He’s already there (already there) [Chorus] Here comes the rider dressed in black Thunder in his wake Never looks back Lightning in his shadow Sparks in his trail He’s draggin’ evil men straight down to hell Straight down to hell (ride on) Straight down to hell
Tags
rock, Menacing desert rock with dropped-tuned guitars, tom-heavy drums, and a snarling male vocal. Verses ride a sparse, swung groove with palm-muted riffs and low, rumbling bass; chorus explodes into wide, open chords and gang shouts on key lines. Occasional slide guitar squeals and distant choral pads during the bridge for a haunted, cinematic edge, then a headbanging final chorus that cuts sharp on the last hit.
Duration
4:20
Instrumental
No
Created
3/26/2026