The Sword - Buzzards lyrics

[Verse 1:] He is a deadly and desperate man On the run with gun in hand Fleeing from the hangman's noose An outlaw with nothing to lose A pack of wolves surrounds its prey The mighty beast is brought to bay The smell of blood is in the air And soon the buzzards will claim their share [Chorus:] They gather round the gallows They circle overhead Stalking the wounded beast Until it's dead [Verse 2:] Clouds pa** before the moon Eyes surround him in the gloom A single bullet left in his gun The buzzards wait till the morning comes [Chorus] [x4]