Ennio Morricone
Death Rides a Horse
He'll be coming down the mountains
He'll be coming down the mountains
He'll be driving all his hatred
He'll be driving all his hatred
Who'll be the first to seize his gun?
Who'll be the last to see the ground?
Who'll be the first to seize his gun?
Who'll be the last to see the ground?
Who'll be the first to seize his gun?
Who'll be the last to see the ground?
And when appeased will be his hatred
And when complete will be his revenge
Who had put flowers on your grave
There is no way out for you, men
And also for you who always have won comes
The moment of truth comes...
The moment of truth comes...