This song is dedicate to the memory 

of Dimebag Darrell. 

Killed by a mother fucking head case, 

Rest in peace. 

Falling down we all fall down, 

we’re broken in two. 

By demons be driven, 

but tell us the reason, 

why all became true? 

Now we walk with a message in blood. 

We’re stepping nowhere in a mud. 

New level for devil, 

with that bloody spell, 

killing cowboys from hell. 

Death rattle in the air, 

oh like a nightmare. 

Oh what a fucking spell, 

god bless you Darrell. 

All that brings to cemetery gates, 

this love is now hate. 

Clash with reality, 

shotgun fatality, fucking insanity. 

Mouth for war with a gun in a hand, 

the art of shredding man. 

Someone is shooting 

and someone is falling 

psycho fucking holiday. 

Death rattle in the air, 

like a nightmare. 

Oh what a fucking spell, 

god bless you Darrell. 

War of nerves making us 

fucking hostile 

No one deserve a spell so vile. 

It’s a tribute to the cowboy from hell 

It ‘s our tribute; 

we ‘re screaming your name 

It is a tribute, goodbye Darrell 

It is a tribute, 

to the cowboy from hell, from hell 

cowboy from hell, cowboy from hell 

This world is fucking insane punk! 

Darrell.