The Man With No Name - Bomber

Bounty hunter

Silent stranger

He travels alone under the western sun

Unsafe meetings

Guilty victims

With his right hand he unsheathes his gun

No remorses

He enforces

And kills the fools who stand on his way

Deadly duels

Fast funerals

The undertaker has a lot of work today

No more warning shot

For a few dollars more

He was never stopped

But his pistol still roars

The man with no name

No lost bullets

He reaches the targets

He has your life in his hand

Cold-blooded killer

Merciless reaper

In the desert no one remember his name

Looking for gold

Treasures untold

Graves don’t always hide dust and bones

Cemetery unknown

Deads never bemoaned

In Sad Hill he knows the right tombstone

No more warning shot

For a few dollars more

He was never stopped

But his pistol still roars

The man with no name

One man

Standing in front of him

Faith in his ability to kill

Revolver

In his case waiting to shoot

Bury a new corpse in Sad Hill

Bounty

His life has a price

He’ll make anything to come through

Too late

A bullet in his heart

The man drags is body as a proof