(one two). In the heat of the desert sun. on the blistering trail. An appaloosa and. a wanted man sprung from jail. Slow in motion and shadow-less. 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 a stranger scream. And a broken hand.... The saddle spotted with sweat and blood. The poison pumps through his veins. There's no stopping this and now he's powerless. Still holding the reigns.... Any pour 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 there's is the power and this is the kingdom. As sure as the sun does burn. So enter this path but heed these four words. You shall never return.... Any pour 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 there's is the power and this is the kingdom. As sure as the sun does burn. So enter this path but heed these four words. You shall never return...