Текст песни Romy Chelminski — The Ballad of Silas Greaves

There are men who fear legends
But a man legends fear
He's the four-holstered reaper
Cryin' bullets for tears
When a drought comes in Justice
Bullets make good rain
When the heart ache has dried out
Only blood heals the pain
There's a time for greavin'
And a time to just pray
There's a time for forgivin'
But it's not for today
You can hide sins from the gavel
You can drown them in rum
When Silas Greaves find you,
There's nowhere to run
And time goes too slowly
For the gunslinger's eye
‘till he's buried his promise
There's no time to cry
There's a time for greavin'
And a time to just pray
When Silas Greaves finds you
It's the time you must pay