Lletres: Sodom. Code Red. Tombstone.

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In the desert plains
They ride
Two faced killers on the battle line
No defeat
One kind deed
And bullets to your brain

Here they wanna go to sleep
To wait the coming morrow
Looking for a lucky strike
Everlasting sorrow
Hearts of granite, eyes of steel
No faith appear to be within
Following the promised land
Unmerciless and grim