Standin' alone in the soot and stone, 站在独自一人在烟尘和石头，

He draws from this holster, a man. 他吸引了来自这个皮套，一个人。

Crawlin' alone Crawlin “独

Through the soot and stone, 通过对烟尘和石头，

He makes his way home half to death. 他让回家的路了个半死。

   

In time. 随着时间的推移。

In vain. 徒劳的。

I wash my hands of yesterday. 我洗昨天的我的手。

If I should fall, 如果我倒，

If I should pass, 如果我要通过，

It's worth one last stand before the gates 值得一前最后一个立场的大门

Before the gates of Hell. 地狱之门之前。

   

Crawlin' alone Crawlin “独

Through the soot and stone, 通过对烟尘和石头，

He makes his way home half to death. 他让回家的路了个半死。

Standin' alone 站在独

In soot and stone, 在烟尘和石头，

He draws from this holster... 他从这个皮套平...

   

Yeah... 是啊...

   

When sun sets dusk and streets are cleared, 当夕阳西下的黄昏和街道都被清除，

This town's renegade is near. 这个镇的叛徒近了。

I'm standing tall, awaiting host, 我站在高高的，等待主机，

What's it like to see a ghost? 什么是它喜欢看鬼？

Both outlaws equal, yes indeed, 两个歹徒平等的，那确实，

A one shot rhythm to the gunsling 一个一拍节奏的gunsling

So long my sweet. 只要我的甜蜜。

Bye bye. 再见。

   

Standin' alone in the soot and stone, 站在独自一人在烟尘和石头，

He draws from this holster, a man. 他吸引了来自这个皮套，一个人。

Crawlin' alone through the soot and stone, Crawlin独自穿过烟尘和石头，

He makes his way home half to death. 他让回家的路了个半死。

   

He clenched his fist and said a prayer, 他握紧了拳头，说祈祷，

For every breath of dusty air. 对于灰尘的空气每一次呼吸。

He fires loud, the end is close, 他大声的火灾，到底是接近，

What's it like to be a ghost? 什么样子是鬼？

Both outlaws equal, yes indeed, 两个歹徒平等的，那确实，

A one shot rhythm to the gunsling, 一个一拍节奏的gunsling ，

So long my sweet. 只要我的甜蜜。

   

I hear those voices calling... 我听到这些声音呼唤......

"Take my life" “拿我的命”

I cannot take this lying down... 我不能把这个躺着...

No! 不！

   

Standin' alone through the soot and stone, Standin通过烟尘和独石，

He draws from this holster, a man. 他吸引了来自这个皮套，一个人。

Crawlin' alone through the soot and stone, Crawlin独自穿过烟尘和石头，

He makes his way home half to death. 他让回家的路了个半死。

   

In time. 随着时间的推移。

In vain. 徒劳的。

I wash my hands of yesterday. 我洗昨天的我的手。

If I should fall, 如果我倒，

If I should pass, 如果我要通过，

It's worth one last stand before the gates of Hell! 值得一前最后一个立场地狱之门！

Before the gates of Hell! 地狱之门之前！

Before the gates of Hell! 地狱之门之前！

   

I hear those voices calling... 我听到这些声音呼唤......

"Take my life" “拿我的命”

I cannot take this lying down... 我不能把这个躺着...

No! 不！

   

Standin' alone through the soot and stone, Standin通过烟尘和独石，

He draws from this holster, a man. 他吸引了来自这个皮套，一个人。

Crawlin' alone through the soot and stone, Crawlin独自穿过烟尘和石头，

He makes his way home half to death. 他让回家的路了个半死。

   

In time. 随着时间的推移。

In vain. 徒劳的。

I wash my hands of yesterday. 我洗昨天的我的手。

If I should fall, 如果我倒，

If I should pass, 如果我要通过，

It's worth one last stand before the gates of Hell! 值得一前最后一个立场地狱之门！