Over the hill I can see the rising smoke
Comanches, Texas Rangers, at each other's f*cking throats
Before I think, my guns are pulled I'm charging straight ahead
The danger's of no consequence if rangers end up dead
The lead I deal to them turns the air to crimson mist
As I run out of ammo I resort to knifes and fists
My blade is stuck inside a skull it's eyes look terrified
I turn around to see my brothers fighting by my side
Blood, guts, scalps, and hair
Glistening carnage everywhere
Dead Rangers wreak of shit
Throw them down into the pit