Walking alone in a wasteland of fear
A voice from inside chills his blood
You were brought here to carry out orders
There's no place in your conscience for love
With these two hands at Black Wolf's command
Executing every evil plan
Destroying the believers of the land
He does not know
He may not care
His time moves slow
Smoke in the air
No pleasure he gains from the thrill of the hunt
Dead-faced despondent and numb
His presence alone seems to cut through the wind
And the waves in the water grow calm
Some know his name by the deeds that he's done
Some know the legend by heart
The women, the children, the young, and the old
He can't tell his victims apart
He does not know
He may not care
His time moves slow
Smoke in the air
He rides into town bringing torture and pain
And leaves just as quick as he came
Blood wash away in the rain
He does not know
He may not care
His time moves slow
Smoke in the air