Spark-a-dark, where's my sire
Will I lay me
Will I stay me
Bless this camp with fire.

Will you open to us if we open to you?
He fled through sands of time
Endless sun and darkened skies
Voices carry on the wind
Past and future slowly blend

Chasing shadows lost in flight
Through the veil of endless night
Desert whispers call our name
We are locked in this mad game

The man in black fled across the desert, and the gunslinger followed
Run run across the breach
Find the three doors on the beach

Do you see us for what we are,
And accept what we do

Fingers twitching heartbeats race
Dust and echoes leave no trace
Desert whispers call our name
We are locked in this mad game

All is silent in the halls of the dead.
All is forgotten in the stone halls of the dead
Behold the stairways which stand in darkness; behold the rooms of ruin.

The man in black fled across the desert, and the gunslinger followed
Run run across the breach
Find the three doors on the beach

These are the halls of the dead where the spiders spin and the great circuits fall quiet, one by one.
The man in black fled across the desert, and the gunslinger followed
Run run across the breach
Find the three doors on the beach

Do you seek aid and succor
I do not aim with my hand;
I do not shoot with my hand;
I do not kill with my gun;
With my father's face in my mind,
I'm never outdone

I aim with my eye.
I shoot with my mind.
I kill with my heart.

The gunslinger followed
The gunslinger followed

The gunslinger followed
The gunslinger followed