"Dry desert winds blow sand into a shabby bar

Drunken guys with cracking souls hang around

In the corners and are out of hope

Mankind is in despair, because the mighty

Shadows of the dark tower lie over them,

Like a black blanket"

The door is banging on the wall

Shadows of a man enter this hall

Silence governs the room

Now is the beginning of doom

The man's face is dirty and far

But the eyes sparkle clear like a star

It's Dragon, the gunslinger

The guy with the nimble finger

He is searching the dark tower

Has never seen there a blooming flower

His mission is to rescue the land

And Dragon is ready for the last stand

Until the bad powers are put aside

Hope returns and morning light

You must kill to get back the sun

In a battle with a loaded gun

Here comes the gunslinger

With the nimble finger

To fight against the dark tower

Until death with all his power

Here comes the gunslinger

With the nimble finger

To fight against the dark tower

Until death with all his power