["Dry desert winds blow sand into a shabby bar Drunken guys with cracking souls hang around In the corners and are out of hope Mankind is in despair, because the mighty Shadows of the dark tower lie over them, Like a black blanket"] The door is banging on the wall Shadows of a men enters this hall Silence governs the room Now is the beginning of doom The man's face is dirty and far But the eyes sparkle clear like a star It's Dragon, the gunslinger The guy with the nimble finger He is searching the dark tower Has never seen there a blooming flower His mission is to rescue the land And Dragon is ready for the last stand Until the bad powers are put aside Hope returns and morning light You must k** to get back the sun In a battle with a loaded gun Here comes the gunslinger With the nimble finger To fight against the dark tower Until d**h with all his power Here comes the gunslinger...