We are the last of our kind

Until they get us dead or alive

We are the gunslingers

Shoot you down

We are hunting high and low

We’re always fighting against the law

Two men pull just one will fall

We are the horse thieves

Steal your hack

We are crooks and don’t look back

We set the world on fire

Riding hard on the plains

Always full to the brim

Ancient renegades

When the sun set´s down

Like a ball without a chain

We´rе gonna haunt the saloons

Only dust will remain

Come and join us to thе final ride

And just leave your live behind

We are the dead men

Raise your glass

So that’s how it goes in the rough wild west

We set the world on fire

Riding hard on the plains

Always full to the brim

Ancient renegades

When the sun set´s down

Like a ball without a chain

We´re gonna haunt the saloons

Only dust will remain