Dead Thunderbird

Horse hoofs kick the dust spitting in disgustA shadow high is cast nothing meant that could not lastAncient cycle flight glides into his sightCrimson western sky misunderstood and so must dieOutlaw aimed highAnd shot thunderbird right from the skyFlying in the sun fire echoes from his gunA shadow now is cast the bird is falling fastScreaming all the way down crashes into the western groundSkullbeak will see he always drinks for freeOutlaw aimed highAnd shot thunderbird right from the sky