The Cowboy Cult

The cowboy cult

Underneath the desert moon
A whisper on the breeze
A brotherhood of shadows ride
Their secrets meant to appease
They call themselves the Iron Spurs
With faces grim and bold
Their creed is justice whispered low
A story yet untold

The townsfolk fear their silent gunsmoke
Trails in dust so red
For when they ride across
The plains it's blood that stains instead!
"We'll cleanse this land," they vow at night "of sin and wicked ways!"
With righteous fury burning bright
The Iron Spurs will blaze!

They say these cowboys are possessed
By somethin' dark and deep
A vision born of ancient pain
Where only chaos sleeps
Their horses cloaked in midnight black
As ravens fill the air
With whispers of revenge that stalk those caught unaware

The townsfolk fear their silent gunsmoke trails in dust so red
For when they ride across the plains
It's blood that stains instead!
"We'll cleanse this land," they vow at night
"of sin and wicked ways!"
With righteous fury burning bright
The Iron Spurs will blaze!

From saloons filled with laughter loud
To gambling halls aflame
Every soul who lives beyond
God's grace will feel their righteous aim
They ride with fire in their eyes
A mission to complete
To purify these lawless lands
And make them whole and neat

The townsfolk fear their silent gunsmoke trails in dust so red
For when they ride across
The plains it's blood that stains instead!
"We'll cleanse this land," they vow at night "
Of sin and wicked ways!"
With righteous fury burning bright
The Iron Spurs will blaze!

But who are these cowboys
With hearts so cold?
Are they saviors or just vigilantes bold?
Only time will tell if justice truly reigns
Or if chaos shall once again rule over these plains

So beware ye outlaws
For the Iron Spurs draw near
Their judgment swift as lightning
Their retribution clear
And though some may call them outcasts
Feared by many far and wide

The Iron Spurs shall stand tall
Until all sins have been purified