There’s a story they tell in my town
‘Bout a stranger
Burned the whole place down
Look for danger, you’ll find him near
No stranger
To the taste of your fear

Came a-riding in from the east
Cut his way from
The belly of the beast
Sun was setting
The lights went black
All was darkness
Dawn won’t come back

It’s a tale the old wives tell
All the good men sent to hell
Too many gravestones on the hill
How many died, how many were killed?

There was no war, no pestilence
Dread presence violence
The women and children locked inside
Brave men, fools and cowards all died

Flame red
Death head
Black soul
Black hole

Forty five after five
The young pretender was still alive
Red lions on amber fields
Ripping wounds that never heal
Kept his head but lost the men
The butcher told him, never again
Cleared the people from the land
Gave it all to The Black Hand

Guns and bullets and knives and bombs and
Fire and powder, spikes and napalm
Rockets and missiles, nukes and shells,
Spears and arrows and holy fire

When your time finally comes
Baby, don’t you run
Dry those tears
Remember all our years
Strike the dagger into his heart
As he pulls us apart
Look deep into his eyes
Take the life that never dies

Flame red
Death head
Black soul
Black hole

Never know him
The ways of his name
A life in ashes
All set aflame
You’ll never see him
He lives in shadow
When he reaps
You gotta go

Well, that’s the story they tell in my town
‘Bout a stranger
Burned the whole place down
Look for danger, you’ll find him near
No stranger
To the taste of your fear

Guns and bullets and knives and bombs and
Fire and powder, spikes and napalm
Rockets and missiles, nukes and shells,
Spears and arrows and holy fire

There’s a stranger in my town!