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Late night when I heard the inmate says

Telling tales of his youth, gone far away

Spooky stories pass from father to son

This fearful saint, the way he became known

Heartless, desire to kill

Colts made in hell

Tomb under a hill, death at God's will

Gunslinger in black

Save my soul, spare my life

Cause there's no prayer

For the saint of killers

Countdown the days, the murderer says

Last meal to savor, confessed sins

He waits for the saint, to reap his soul

Even killers need some hope on death row

The wrath of heaven is coming down on earth

Trench coat, boots and hat, the saint comes in black