Saint O' Killers

He fought in the Civil War and many died by him
He lived on blood and gore, fed of the fear of men
His aim was always true, his colts were full of hate
He’d kill your only son, he’d never hesitate
Saint of killers had a heart so cold
That he froze the depths of Hell
He stared the devil right in his eyes
And got thrown back from where he fell
His guns are deadlier
Than a hundred thousand men
The Lord is runnin' and hidin' from him
Saint of killers wants revenge
Searchin' for the preacher to find the word of God
He knew that he would find him, nothing could make him stop
He crashed the gates of Heaven to satisfy his crave
It’ll happen on the Sabbath, God better dig his grave
Saint of killers had a heart so cold
That he froze the depths of Hell
He stared the devil right in his eyes
And got thrown back from where he fell
His guns are deadlier
Than a hundred thousand men
The Lord is runnin' and hidin' from him
Saint of killers wants revenge