Smell of brass and lead
All ghosts go to bed
At peak of Sun
My deed is done
Learn to shoot before shave
Few souls have I save
If it's I ye want to know
Hurry up before I go
I am one ye father may hate
I'm not sure if to date
Past is only demons
Never I stay
Keeps me demons at bay
My heart is covered in rust
From all thy lust
Slow to trust I am
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