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Lyrics
Sun dies slow on a scorched-out ridge
Smoke curls up from the devils bridge
Bootprints burn where the dead men lay
Aint gone yet, but I wont stay
Ash in the sky, rot in the breeze
Drums hit hard like a cursed disease
This aint a prayer its a blood-sworn vow
Strike that flame its the outlaws hour
Its the outlaws hour no god, no grace
Just boots in dirt and a hollow face
We dont beg, we dont feel
We ride through fire, we never kneel
Outlaws hour ride or fall
Aint no mercy when the shadows call
Bones in the ditch and the vultures feed
I walk through hell on blistered speed
Born from smoke, forged by wheels
Fed on rust and sharpened steel
Smoke in my chest, grit in my veins
Time hits hard like an iron chain
Ritual drums, thunder and fire
Light it up its the outlaws hour
Its the outlaws hour no laws, no name
We torch whats left and ride the flame
We dont pray, we dont fade
We haunt the land that the good men paved
Outlaws hour come and see
What the dark makes outta men like me
Low thunder growls, the sky turns dead
The spirits howl and the earth runs red
Boots keep time on the haunted stomp
Call the damned and make em watch
Outlaws hour no grave, no chain
Just smoke and fire in a blood-red rain
I ride the dark, I kill the fear
No turning back it ends right here
Outlaws hour sound the bell
I bring the wrath straight outta hell
Details
GeneratedJun 30, 2025
Duration4:00
LanguageEnglish
Style
Slow, blues metal, heavy snare & kick, deep vocals, outlaw themed, male
Credits
Prompt byCJames
ModelAria v4
