Once you held your finger on the trigger. Now the gun is pointing at your head. Once you reigned supreme. Over all that you could see. Now you walk on the other side of the street.
Hardland ripped & torn apart. Hard dreams leave scarred. In the lines of my face. The story of faith. Hardland. . I came back. Home to a hardland. Where a man is judged.
Well the docks lie crippled. In the northem towns. The boys have all gone away. Trying to find work down south. . And mister I walk in the valley of the shadow.