Let the sun beat down upon my face

There he goes, beginning the Great Chase

Head held high and gun slung low

His presence remains an undying echo

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T'was past the town of Tull

There was the boy and the skull

A horrid stale breath

...all that was left

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The Dark Man mocks our every step

To the end and to the death

A choice he must make:

Save the boy or his own ambitious strife

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The Man in Black grins his ghastly grin

The 'slingers will, he bends 'til the end

To the bottomless abyss, the boy falls evermore

A palaver to end the war of all wars

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Dreaming dreams of things that will be

In time those blind eyes will see

Walter O'Dim has withered and gone

The gunslinger came, the journey moves on