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William was a gun-fighter he was looking for his chanceWaiting for his time to come when he could make his nameRiding into town with a look upon his brow like he's gonna take from youOr gonna take you out.Phoenix was an Indian who had a knack for robbing banksIn the mesas of New Mexico is where they made their plansTo rob the Denver bank and to leave no one aliveAnd with their plans they rode northeast, their fingers on their gunsLooking for an angel or the pale rider to comeLooking for an angel or the pale rider to comeThere back in Santa Fe, where you will find my loveA Spanish maid named Isabelle, with skin like holy doveAnd if this plan goes bad, and I should meet my endYou send her Texas and make sure to treat her wellConnor was a law man - he protected the Denver BankHe vowed to catch the riders, he vowed to see them hanged.He told his men "Be ready and when you see the rider's come,Put a bullet between their eyes" and the pale rider he comesA bullet between the eyes and the pale rider he comes.On the Denver horizon, that's where it all went downGetting into to focus as the riders dust settled downConnor had the street staked out and ready for the drawSongtexteAnd the tension mounted in the heat of it allConnor said "Don't worry, I'm scared to death myselfWhen I look into his eyes I see a demon straight from hell!Coming straight for me - coming for the kill"That's when the shots were firedBANGAnd it was doneAll were looking for an angel when the pale rider, he comesLooking for an angel an the pale rider he comes . . . Aus Songtexte Mania