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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.