Текст песни The Airchoppers - The Dark Tower

The man in black fled across the desert,
and the gunslinger followed...

Grains of sand are cutting the air
The desert is blinding and white
The devil-grass grows everywhere
Which brings sweet dreams at night

Two sandalwood-grip revolvers
Are hanging side by side
The coldest soul, the heart of rock
Dark Tower's in his mind

In the world which has moved on
It rises to the sky
In the field of roses red as blood
Roland, don’t let it die

It’s calling through the time
And through the other worlds
Roland makes the destiny
He knows there’s no rewards

Supported by his guns
That never let him down
And his four real friends
In any needs they’re around

No one can break his way
Of Scoldpadda and Bear
The Crimson King and Mordred
They both will soon be slayed

Go, go, Gunslinger, go
The future’s in your hands
The worlds are dying and arising
But story never ends