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Lyrics
[Verse]
There's a town where the tumbleweeds rest,
Dusty streets hold tales long repressed.
Sheriff's eyes cold, like a frost-covered gloom,
Waiting for the showdown at high noon.
[Verse 2]
Rider comes with the Devil's own curse,
A wraith in the daylight, his name spread in verse.
Long shadows grow as he steps to the square,
Sheriff stands firm, but the chill fills the air.
[Chorus]
At noon the clock strikes, a heartbeat away,
The cursed gunfighter and sheriff hold sway.
Bullets will fly, and fate will decide
Who walks the Earth, and who's cast aside.
[Verse 3]
Legends whisper of the wraith's cruel spree,
Eyes like embers, still can’t break free.
Sheriff knows that he’s the summoned hand,
A mortal man in this haunting land.
[Bridge]
Church bells toll with a mournful wail,
Wind carries whispers of a forgotten tale.
Two souls clash in a desert's desolate embrace,
Only one will leave this forsaken place.
[Verse 4]
The gunfighter’s pistols, dark as the night,
Sheriff’s revolvers, gleam in the light.
A tornado of cries in a moment's span,
One falls in silence, smoke in the sand.
Details
GeneratedJun 23, 2024
Duration2:57
Style
dark western ballad country
Credits
Prompt byA.I.Battleofthebands
ModelAria v3.5
Prompt
A dark country western opera epic about a showdown at noon between the sheriff of a small dusty Ghost Town and a gunfighter cursed by the Devil to walk the Earth as a wraith until defeated in a duel.
