The Gunslingers' Fate (Dragonsfire)

I do not aim with my hand, he who aims with his Hand has forgotten the face of his father I aim with my eye I do not shoot with my hand, he who shoots with his Hand has forgotten the face of his father I shoot with my mind I do not kill with my gun, he who kills with his gun Has forgotten the face of his father I kill with my heart The gunslinger is walking, chasing the man in black So much his eyes see, so much death is on his way Wastelands and mad trains, dark cities and disease Draw three and walk on, to the center of all worlds The dead boy's returning, hold the keys Go then, there are other worlds than these Dark is the Gunslinger's fate When the tower's calling, a long way to go Years were passing by so fast Since the tower's calling, to the end of time He is the last one, no doubt, never stop Struggled for ages, almost lost on the shore Climbs up the stairway, to the room at the top What will he find when he opens up that door? The crimson king is trapped inside its walls In the center of all worlds the tower calls The world will end soon after it falls For now the beams are safe, he's standing tall Dark is the Gunslinger's fate When the tower's calling, a long way to go Years were passing by so fast Since the tower's calling, to the end of time