In the heat of the desert sun
on the blistering trail
An appaloosa and a wanted man sprung from jail

Slow in motion and shadowless
The switch and the spurs
Every living thing
With a fatal sting
Bark and rattle this curse

The rider hallucinates
The snapping hooves on the sand
Spits a venom dream
Recalls the strangest dream
and a broken hand

The saddle's spotted with sweat and blood
The poison pumps thru his veins
There's no stopping this
And now he's powerless
Still holding the reins.

Any poor souls who trespass against us
Whether it be beast or man
Will suffer the bite or be stung dead on sight
By those who inhabit this land
For their's is the power
And this is their kingdom as sure as the sun does burn
So enter this path but heed these four words
You shall never return
Any poor souls who trespass against us
Whether it be beast or man
Will suffer the bite or be stung dead on sight
By those who inhabit this land
For their's is the power
And this is their kingdom as sure as the sun does burn
So enter this path but heed these four words
You shall never return