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Crimson Clockbeating

In the silence of the dust, the sun began to fall Footsteps echo slowly, no one knows who will call On the horizon, a shadow cuts the wind without remorse Eyes as cold as steel, carrying loneliness by force (drums rising) Horses cross the shadows beneath the crimson sky Every street in this town hides a buried lie The clock is beating harder, like a final warning sign When destiny comes calling, no one leaves alive Chorus Hey… Hear the thunder on the ground It’s the wild west burning down Smoke is rising, fear begins Tonight the devil chooses who wins Hey… Blood and gold fill the air No one here was born to be spared When the dust begins to clear Only one legend will remain here (intense instrumental, distant whistle) Marked cards lying on old wooden tables Broken promises, vengeance unavoidable Every scar still carries the weight of betrayal Every gunshot writes another outlaw tale The saloon doors open slowly in the empty night Silence turns colder before the final fight Hands beside the holster, eyes prepared to judge Two men standing face to face… only one returns Chorus Hey… Hear the thunder on the ground It’s the wild west burning down Smoke is rising, fear begins Tonight the devil chooses who wins Hey… Blood and gold fill the air No one here was born to be spared When the dust begins to clear Only one legend will remain here (cinematic ending) And when the final bullet tears through the dark… The west will remember that name For generations.