Ashes and Lead

The swamp don’t care who lives, who dies,
It drinks the blood, it swallows the cries.
Hate burns hotter than the devil’s flame,
Each round fired, it calls my name.
The barrel’s hot, but my hands stay cold,
A story of vengeance, as old as told.
No bounty now, just a score to keep,
Every step’s a promise, dark and deep.
Ashes and lead, the smoke don’t lie,
Through the haze, I see them try.
The walls can’t save you, they shatter and fall,
Bullets sing like death’s own call.
In the dark, where the brave don’t tread,
We fight till the swamp turns red.
Ashes and lead, no room to run,
It ends with the last shot, under the sun.
I hear their steps, slow and tight,
Each creak of wood a thief in the night.
Hammers cock, but the silence screams,
Through faded light and broken dreams.
Every shot’s a memory, every mark’s a scar,
We wear our pain like old guitars.
A six-gun chorus, a hymn to the dead,
Sung through the cracks with ashes and lead.
Ashes and lead, the smoke don’t lie,
Through the haze, I see them try.
The walls can’t save you, they shatter and fall,
Bullets sing like death’s own call.
In the dark, where the brave don’t tread,
We fight till the swamp turns red.
Ashes and lead, no room to run,
It ends with the last shot, under the sun.
The wind carries voices, but they don’t belong,
Every echo’s a ghost, every shadow a song.
The chamber’s empty, my soul is too,
But I’ll pull the trigger, when the fight comes through.
Ashes and lead, the smoke don’t lie,
Through the haze, I see them try.
The walls can’t save you, they shatter and fall,
Bullets sing like death’s own call.
In the dark, where the brave don’t tread,
We fight till the swamp turns red.
Ashes and lead, no room to run,
It ends with the last shot, under the sun.
Creator : JackFiveFingers