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Look at dead city, the needles of buildings

Pierces grey skyes like devil's horns

Listen to the wind from western badlands

Pierces your dreams, blowin' out your hopes.

Tell me, why are you here?

Tell me, why are you here, gunslinger?

Your name was written in book of sand

By million steps from nowhere to nowhere

What do you find in that dead land?

The wind bring an echoes of broken swears.

Tell me, why are you here?

Tell me, why are you here, gunslinger?

Flesh turns to dust,

Skull turns to stone,

Mercyless desert will polish your bones.

Guns turns to rust,

Only sand will remain.

Only sand will remain.

Only sand will remain.

Tell me, why are you here?

Tell me, why are you here, gunslinger?