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