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He's dressed in black With his coffin in tow A master of all weapons Ruthless and violent Django
Submitted by Immortal — Aug 14, 2026
Dark of night Pouring rain Something ominous is in the air Protect the homestead No match for the evil men Rifles cocked and ready No match for the evil men Slaughtered, stabbed and raped He witnessed the slaughter Managed to survive Death rides a horse 15 years later Now a crack shot Hot lead is needed for his revenge He won't miss a shot He avenged the slaughter
Submitted by Immortal — Aug 14, 2026
Bastard with a star on his chest Money is the root of all evil A sherrif can't collect The bounty for bandits I don't kill for money All for a measly 3000 bucks Pretending to be dead Now on the run Pretending to be dead Now on the run Don't want to turn him in Just want the silver Who killed Old Man Saxon? They've got the wrong man! Dead people don't need a leader!
Submitted by Immortal — Aug 14, 2026
Attacked by bandits Can't find the gold Killed the soldiers The wagon crashes Sadistic and misanthropic Only 9 people left! These convicts mean business The sergeant and his daughter don't stand a chance They want the gold Sadistic and misanthropic Only 9 people left! They will rape They will murder They will immolate Gouge out your eyes Sadistic and misanthropic These hombres mean business
Submitted by Immortal — Aug 14, 2026
Calm and collected Outnumbered and outgunned Sartana is your Angel of Death He's not a cheat He's Your Undertaker If you meet Sartana Pray for Your Death Dressed in black With an unwavering stare Cold and collected He never wastes a bullet When he draws on you... Trade your pistol for a coffin When the fight ensues... Trade your pistol for a coffin When he draws on you... Trade your pistol for a coffin A Grave A Grave For Every Bullet Dressed in black With an unwavering stare Cold and collected He never wastes a bullet When he draws on you... Trade your pistol for a coffin When the fight ensues... Trade your pistol for a coffin When he draws on you... Trade your pistol for a coffin
Submitted by Immortal — Aug 14, 2026
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He walks into town like the calm before a storm Your tombstone is ready before you take your last breath Is he back from the grave? He knows your secrets He wants your blood A duel with the devil A duel with the bastard Is this a ghost hell bent on revenge? All six bullets have a name on them When you meet his cold stare.... You'll know your days are numbered Is he back from the grave? He knows your secrets He wants your blood Mentioning his name Puts terror in their eyes No amount of money can save you now No excuse can stop his vengeance A duel with the devil A duel with the bastard
Submitted by Immortal — Aug 14, 2026
100,000 Dollars The most the bank has ever seen Under the cover of night The robbery begins Knives from the shadows Horses pull the bars Blow the safe But will they get far Sabata is on the hunt This was an inside job Didn't want the money returned Life today Lift today is horse droppings The man with gunsight eyes comes to kill He's judge, jury and executioner
Submitted by Immortal — Aug 14, 2026
Speeding down the tracks Stoke the fires Try to escape Bullets fly Passengers die Metal and steam can't match muscle and speed There is no remorse Shot Point Blank Train is now motionless Bodies on display No one left alive No valuables left behind There is no remorse Shot Point Blank Sleep forever in their silence This train will never return These Bandits are evil men
Submitted by Immortal — Aug 14, 2026
Through the muck and fog His axe will fly He's all alone A solitary man The axe of justice severs your flesh Those who know him call him Blade He has a habit of letting his axe do the talking Buried in the sand Sun scorches his retinas Left blind But still wants revenge He doesn't need bullets He took his hand But spared his life The man with a hook for a hand Repays his debt He doesn't need bullets When the time for revenge comes... He will have his axe in hand He doesn't need bullets He must satisfy the axe's need for revenge He will destroy those who love to kill He doesn't need bullets The axe of justice severs your flesh Those who know him call him Blade He has a habit of letting his axe do the talking Through the muck and fog His axe will fly He's all alone A solitary man A man named Blade!
Submitted by Immortal — Aug 14, 2026