In the desert night, a shadow walks alone,
An untold story, a name without memory.
With a pistol at his side, a cold gaze in his eyes,
They whisper of his legend, believing in their fear.
On the dusty trail, beneath the bright moonlight,
A figure wrapped in mystery, a ghost standing still.
The whispers of the wind, tell tales of his mission,
Seeking justice, he is the outlaw of this corner.
Outlaw of the West, his name echoes,
Riding with the wind, crossing the sands.
Echoes of gunfire, breaking the silence,
In the heart of the wild, where shadows fight.
As the golden sun rises, painting skies of fire,
He saddles his horse, with a heart full of desire.
Boundaries mean nothing, to a man of his faith,
Freedom calls his name, the only law he sees.
Through canyons and plains, his journey never ends,
The echoes of his past, where broken dreams sprout.
With each morning sunrise, he rides like a free ghost,
Leaving tales in his wake, chasing a wild destiny.
Outlaw of the West, his name echoes,
Riding with the wind, crossing the sands.
Echoes of gunfire, breaking the silence,
In the heart of the wild, where shadows fight.