The End of the Line
Album: End of the Line
By: Shane Wintch
By: Shane Wintch
Duration
4:05
Genres
Description
This is a song about a wild west shoot out I did for the film festival here in southern Utah. Enjoy.
Lyrics
Dark rider at the edge of night. Rides to town for the soul he must fight Black hat tipped, a face can't be seen, Fallen angel on the back of Hells wings. Blood Moon rises crimson shadow will bind, Prophetic omen that's soon to unwind. Dismounts to an emptied out street, flicks a smoke at the man he must beat Stand off with a loaded gun, I'm gonna take your soul to the place you belong. Hell's comin' with me there's no mercy to find, You wanna dance with the devil, It's the end of the line. The end of the line End of the line Badge of a Marshall and the flash of steel. Clang of a spur as he draws for the kill. Crack of thunder, Smoke of a gun. Another life ends, his task is undone. Judgment comes early for the souls he finds, That go to far and cross over the line. Over the line Stand off with a loaded gun, I'm gonna take your soul to the place you belong. Hell's comin' with me there's no mercy to find, You wanna dance with the devil, It's the end of the line. The end of the line End of the line
