With a pistol in both handsnHe walked in like he had a plan nHad the eyes of a dead mannNever seen such a blood fan nBodies twitching while ears ring nBiding time while my heart stings nGot twelve souls, sure of nothing nWait and see what hell brings nTwo tears in a bucket nThe river runs red nTwo tears in a bucketnAlways fear for the undeadnAlways fear what I said