A rider always has its rules
One of them is to be alone
When someone had broke that oath
Thought that he found heaven

Everything was pretty good
A hundred virgins waited for him
He didn't knew it would be charged
Tought that he would settle

He had the strength of the road
He felt the fire burning in his veins
In hatred he had learned
He have to die to be free

Dying is just a part of being a wanted man
Always wanted be a travellin' man

Every drop of sweat that he spent
Every mile he went trough
His eternal debt only grew
Until his death was charged

When the circus began to blow
So called friends were the first to run
He just left his body and soul
Death was reaching for him

He had the strength of the road
He felt the fire burning in his veins
In hatred he had learned
He have to die to be free

Dying is just a part of being a wanted man
Always wanted be a traveliln man