Wrath of the Cowboys

Dust rises, sunset cries, the mountain wind’s cold whisper

Tales of the wild, fierce and free, in the land of rugged spirits

Clad in leather, boots that march through storms and storms again

Eyes like fire, daring the sky to hold their name

Bearer of the ancient law, the mountain’s stubborn sons

Living by the code that’s etched into the setting sun

Hear the roars, feel the scars, stories carved in stone

They’re the shadow in the dusk, the wrath you’ve always known

They’re the angry cowboys of the mountain west

Wild hearts beating in the barren crest

Riding high where the eagles nest, they’re the restless, fearless, and unrest

Angry cowboys of the mountain west

Thunder in their voice, lightning in their stride

Guardians of the canyon's edge, masters of their pride

From the snow-capped peaks to canyons deep below

Their spirit’s as wild as the rivers that flow

Hear the roars, feel the scars, stories carved in stone

They’re the shadow in the dusk, the wrath you’ve always known

They’re the angry cowboys of the mountain west

Wild hearts beating in the barren crest

Riding high where the eagles nest, they’re the restless, fearless, and unrest

Angry cowboys of the mountain west

No chains can hold the mountain’s roar, no fear can tame their fire

Bound by the wind and rugged land, their strength will never tire

So if you hear the howling wind, beware their restless call

The angry cowboys of the west, proud and standing tall