The Gunslingers' Fate

I do not aim with my hand, he who aims with his

Hand has forgotten the face of his father

I aim with my eye

I do not shoot with my hand, he who shoots with his

Hand has forgotten the face of his father

I shoot with my mind

I do not kill with my gun, he who kills with his gun

Has forgotten the face of his father

I kill with my heart

The gunslinger is walking, chasing the man in black

So much his eyes see, so much death is on his way

Wastelands and mad trains, dark cities and disease

Draw three and walk on, to the center of all worlds

The dead boy's returning, hold the keys

Go then, there are other worlds than these

Dark is the Gunslinger's fate

When the tower's calling, a long way to go

Years were passing by so fast

Since the tower's calling, to the end of time

He is the last one, no doubt, never stop

Struggled for ages, almost lost on the shore

Climbs up the stairway, to the room at the top

What will he find when he opens up that door?

The crimson king is trapped inside its walls

In the center of all worlds the tower calls

The world will end soon after it falls

For now the beams are safe, he's standing tall

Dark is the Gunslinger's fate

When the tower's calling, a long way to go

Years were passing by so fast

Since the tower's calling, to the end of time