Time to put up or shutup, light the
candles confess the truth

The black drifter is coming(he's
coming, he's coming) Coming for you

Chew you up. Spit you out, ( He will)
Chew you up. And Spit you out.

The clock strikes twelve and the dance
is on

Graveyard is calling, guns are drawn

You wanna play for blood, that's just
my game

Outlaw justice (hang'em high).

Though I walk through the valley, I
will not be afraid

I am the reaper, coming to take you
down

Lord guide my hands as I send them to
meet you