["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 kill 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 death with all
his power
Here comes the gunslinger...