Death Rides A Horse - Ennio Morricone (埃尼欧 莫里科内)

He'll be comin' up the mountains

He'll be comin' down the mountains

He'll be drivin' all his hatred

He'll be milkin' all his hatred

Who'll be the first to seize his gun

Who'll be the last to see the ground

Who'll be the first to test his gun

Who'll be the last to see the ground

Who'll be the first to seize his gun

Who'll be the last to see the ground

And when appeased will be his hatred

And when complete will be his revenge

Who had put flowers on your grave

There is no way out you for you men

And also for you who always have won comes

The moment of truth comes

The moment of truth comes