Lyrics:

This is the hour of the savage gunsBeyond the pale and beyond the sunGanged up with Jesse by the mating call of gold
Side by side fighting not changing the courseThe code of law in the hand of the oneWho drags you to the hagning treeBloodho
unds in the hands of thoseWho will have to bleedHanging judgeHe is the lawHanging judgeYou are in his clawsHanging judge
The trapdoor will fallHanging judgeBullets for breakfast and dust to breatheTo be on the point to strike down all the wimp
sKilling the riders of the whistling pineBy each wardrum beat someone will dieThe wild bunch riding wings of hawksRed pain
ted deserts where you broke the lawYour facedown life ain't so much of a pityAgainst the fools and against the glory