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Until Death
663
Country
Until Death adlı parça albümünün bir parçası olarak Justice Records tarafından 29 Ekim 2025 tarihinde yayınlandıLong Dark Night
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Çıkış Tarihi29 Ekim 2025
FirmaJustice Records
Melodiklik
Akustiklik
Valence
Dans Edilebilirlik
Enerji
BPM69

Krediler

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dark Outlaw
Dark Outlaw
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Antony Ware
Antony Ware
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Antony Ware
Antony Ware
Producer

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They found my boots by the gallows tree
Dust on the brim, blood where my heart used to be
The preacher man said I was bound for flame
But the crows just laughed — never spoke my name
I rode with ghosts on a midnight trail
Through bones of the desert, past the county jail
My sins were carved in bark and stone
Now the wind howls verses I used to own
Until death, I rode with the cursed and damned
With a six-gun faith and a trembling hand
She swore she'd follow through fire and flood
Her vow carved deep in the dry creek mud
The devil might whisper, the reaper may come
But I won't run, no I won't run
Until death... I ride on
She pulled me from the noose in a ghost town square
With a Colt on her hip and wildfire hair
We rode through canyons under blood-red skies
With lawmen behind us and vengeance in our eyes
We made camp by the river where the willows cry
Shared bread and bourbon 'neath the outlaw sky
She kissed me hard with a knife in her grin
Said, "If hell comes knockin', we don't let it in."
Until death, I rode with the cursed and damned
With a six-gun faith and a trembling hand
She swore she'd follow through fire and flood
Her vow carved deep in the dry creek mud
The devil might whisper, the reaper may come
But I won't run, no I won't run
Until death... I ride on
Now my name's just a shadow scratched in stone
A tale they tell when the wind moans low
But some say they've seen us, still ridin' west
Two souls bound tight, never laid to rest
Until death, and long past the grave
Through thunder and brimstone, I still misbehave
With her ghost beside me and the dark up ahead
We ride by moonlight where the angels won't tread
The devil still grins, the reaper still waits
But we outride fate at the canyon gates
Until death... and beyond
So light a candle in the chapel dust
For outlaws and lovers turned back to rust
But if the wind whispers through the black chaparral
It's us ridin' through — raisin' hell
Written by: Antony Ware
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