A man in black fled across He followed him through the desert All around was devil's grass and chaos
He had his guns around the hips Weapons of faith, his curse divine They didn't make any move or a sound
They shed blood, on this godforsaken ground And that was all he found
The world gone further, he was standing still All memories were blurred in time Childhood fades away, forgot his father's face He was on he's way to the (Dark) Tower
He's the last of he's kind He's the lonely, he's the wild Hunter in this world of good and evil
On the way he found a man Spoke with raven, betrayed child World gone changing on the path
Silent screams torn up by the wrath Still hunt him in the night
The world gone further, but now he's moving on All memories were left behind The scars are growing deep, a promise left to keep The tower's calling, the tower's calling... him