Penance

Jet black cape unfolds the scene
On preying eyes and souls between
A figure stands with limp and muster
Armed to heaven with force and bluster

Lays his gun of solid steel
Upon the bar against its will
The heated barrel, burns his soul
The stench of death consumes him whole

His come this night and many before
To claim our lifes we lost in war
The debt was made and souls collected
He rides through town for whats expected

The league of death from where he came
Born into life without no name
A ancient list etched in his skin
Bares the names of those with sin

His rests awhile on gathered dreams
Of those he killed and painfull screams
Tonight he gives his work some rest
The names of sin scarred on his chest

Those that live their life in fright
Will get thier one last dream tonight
Tomorrow sees thier end of days
To finish off thier wicked ways