Standing tall at the end of the road
Starting down the man he has hunted
One last chance to put this to rest
Eye to eye moral convictions
Separate the chaser and the catch
Time to draw; the tombstone waits
(Chorus)
Ripped from his family
Back to a life he left
Simply a hired gun
To hunt down the nameless one
Trapped inside a foreign homeland
Fresh new start just out of reach
Past allies become enemies
He is not afraid to die
Only scared of being forgotten
He fights for his own name
GosT was one of the first synth artists I discovered after Look Mum No Computer and Mega Drive and this album remains an all-time favourite. I've been listening to it for years thanks to the free download policy and it's about time I gave a little back. agentorangejuice