Ensiferum

Howl of a coyote wakes up a man,
a haggard shadow in this wasted land.
Vultures rise with the scorching sun.
A dry wind blows in a silent town.
Some Whiskey to clear his head
and some for the brothers who are dead.
another day, another chase,
vigilantes will meet their fate.
Saddle your steed
we are riding tonight
be ready to kill
dont flee from a fight.
Pillaging is in our blood,
we bow to no one and no one at all!
Stone cold metal in his hand,
Stirs wild rival of righteous man.
Life of an outlaw; The gallows await.
Until then they shall reign!
No border is too sacred