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Do you feel the cold is riding
like a mustang on the plain
can you feel the cowboys hiding
from the cold and damned again

And the dark man
keeps on riding
The Dark man
keeps on riding
into hell

There’s a dark place for the evil
that you are ’bout to do
there’s a cold ride that you ride
no matter where you go

And your soul is forever damned
to ride on with the dead
to ride on with that dark man
who fills you with hot lead

And the dark man
keeps on ridin’
The Dark man
keeps on ridin’
into hell

Do you hear the trumpet sound
Do you hear the dark man cry
There’s no white light shining
and no angels coming by

There’s only one place for you
A dark and gruesome place
And the dark man is waiting
a wicked smile on his face