Ridin' through the night
Under moonlit ashen skies
Older than the trees
With burnt whiskey colored eyes
Two Colts on both his sides
One truth he always told
Born of brimstone's fire
Ancient and stone cold
Chorus
In the Texas heat
With ghostly force, he rides
With his hell bent horse
Fleein' through the wild
Whispers of his hellish name
Spreads dread and death's decay
Son of the devil king
Playin' a deadly game
Sending them to devil's home
If ever you would meet the
One who holds the dark,
And see all the works he's done
With blood he doth mark:
Stains appear on victim hearts
Their doom he extols,
Aura of the devil's son
Stains your very soul.
Chorus
In the Texas heat
With ghostly force, he rides
With his hell bent horse
Fleein' through the wild
Whispers of his hellish name
Spreads dread and death's decay
Son of the devil king
Playin' a deadly game
Sending them to devil's home
Riding through the Texas heat
On his ghostly horse,
Shoots through all his enemies
With a deadly force.
Whispers of his hellish name,
Curses every soul.
Seeping from the underworld
Darkness he controls
Sending them to devil's home.