Cold Steel on the Road

Well my brother and I made my mother die
On the day that we were born
She had no kin who could take us in
So we came up on our own
Grew up fast and mean in the Genoa streets
Never planned on getting old
Til he found a wife and I made a life
Out of cold steel on the road

And I'm gone

Few years, few fights, few sleepless nights
When I rode back into town
Lookin to find sweet brother of mine
He was six feet underground
Said a rough-talking man with a brigand band
Did him in not a month ago
And I swore that night if it cost my life
I'd slit that bastard's throat

And I'm gone
Moving on
Won't return till I've fulfilled my bloody vow
Steady hands hold sharpened blades
Could be years, could be days
But I know his time is running out

In a house by a pond just south of Milan
Is where I found my man
I figure him the type to like some company at night
So I hatched me up a plan
Well I strolled into town wearing rouge and a gown
And he never did suspect
Till I left him for dead bleeding out on the bed
Two daggers in his neck

And I'm gone
Moving on
I still hear his screams, it's such a lovely sound
Bloody hands hold bloody blades
Could be years, could be days
But I know my time is running out

Well I felt the sound coming through the ground
Of hoofbeats on the street
It was six and ten of the brigand's men
All armed right to the teeth
I dove for the ground as they rode me down
I thought the end was nigh
Then I saw such a sight, it was a burning light
Coming down out of the sky

And I'm gone
Moving on
All my worldly cares they seem so funny now
Now I'm running through this maze
No more years, no more days
But I know that time will run me out