No Trespassers
Cowboys lurking
Deep in the woods
Trigger fingers itching
Up to no good
Trespassers beware
It's their domain
In this dark forest
They bring the pain
They have eyes like hawks
Sharp as blades
In the shadows
Their presence invades
No mercy given
No questions asked
In their twisted games
Only death's mask
Boots caked with mud
Hearts made of steel
With every step, they make
The night feel real
Whispers in the wind
The scent of fear
In this haunted grove
They draw near
Guns cocked, ready to fire
In their eyes
A burning desire
To hunt, to kill
To see the blood spill
In this savage dance
They get their thrill
Trespassers scream
But no one hears
In the depths of the woods
, swallowed by their fears
Bodies buried
And the secrets are kept
In the cowboy's world
, no one is left
Leather and steel
, with a taste of gore
In every kill
, they crave more
No remorse
No turning back
In the heart of darkness
They attack
Their laughter echoes
, twisted and cruel
In the dead of night
They rule
No law, no justice
, only their might
In their dark realm
There's no light
Trespassers fade
Just ghosts in the wind
In the cowboy's tale
No one wins
Forever haunted
Forever dark
In the woods where the cowboy's mark
Guns cocked
Ready to fire
In their eyes
A burning desire
To hunt, to kill
To see the blood spill
In this savage dance
, they get their thrill
Trespassers scream
But no one hears
In the depths of the woods
, swallowed by their fears
Bodies buried
Secrets kept
In the cowboy's world
No one is left
Leather and steel
With a taste for gore
In every kill
, they crave more
No remorse
No turning back
In the heart of darkness
They attack
Their laughter echoes
Twisted and cruel
In the dead of night
, they rule
No law, no justice
, only their might
In their dark realm
There's no light
Deep in the woods
Trigger fingers itching
Up to no good
Trespassers beware
It's their domain
In this dark forest
They bring the pain
They have eyes like hawks
Sharp as blades
In the shadows
Their presence invades
No mercy given
No questions asked
In their twisted games
Only death's mask
Boots caked with mud
Hearts made of steel
With every step, they make
The night feel real
Whispers in the wind
The scent of fear
In this haunted grove
They draw near
Guns cocked, ready to fire
In their eyes
A burning desire
To hunt, to kill
To see the blood spill
In this savage dance
They get their thrill
Trespassers scream
But no one hears
In the depths of the woods
, swallowed by their fears
Bodies buried
And the secrets are kept
In the cowboy's world
, no one is left
Leather and steel
, with a taste of gore
In every kill
, they crave more
No remorse
No turning back
In the heart of darkness
They attack
Their laughter echoes
, twisted and cruel
In the dead of night
They rule
No law, no justice
, only their might
In their dark realm
There's no light
Trespassers fade
Just ghosts in the wind
In the cowboy's tale
No one wins
Forever haunted
Forever dark
In the woods where the cowboy's mark
Guns cocked
Ready to fire
In their eyes
A burning desire
To hunt, to kill
To see the blood spill
In this savage dance
, they get their thrill
Trespassers scream
But no one hears
In the depths of the woods
, swallowed by their fears
Bodies buried
Secrets kept
In the cowboy's world
No one is left
Leather and steel
With a taste for gore
In every kill
, they crave more
No remorse
No turning back
In the heart of darkness
They attack
Their laughter echoes
Twisted and cruel
In the dead of night
, they rule
No law, no justice
, only their might
In their dark realm
There's no light
Credits
Writer(s): Kim Zutterman
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