Death Rides a Horse
Ennio Morricone
He'll be comin' up the mountains
He'll be comin' down the mountains
He'll be drivin' all his hatred
He'll be milkin' all his hatred
Who'll be the first to seize his gun
Who'll be the last to see the ground
Who'll be the first to test his gun
Who'll be the last to see the ground
Who'll be the first to seize his gun
Who'll be the last to see the ground
And when appeased will be his hatred
And when complete will be his revenge
Who had put flowers on your grave
There is no way out for you, men
And also for you who always have won comes
The moment of truth comes
The moment of truth comes
