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He lets the axe fly
Yield your coffers or your lives
Corded muscle beneath weathered skin
He fits a bolt to the twine
Eyes agleam within the copse
Like a wraith, he appears
He does not have a name
Don't look in his eyes
Reign in
Give up your gold
This road is his
Yield or perish
He's the highwayman
He takes what he wants
A question earns a broken jaw
Brave men fall from their horses
Arrows in their necks
He's the brigand of the lowlands
He does not have a name
Don't look in his eyes
Reign in
Give up your gold
This road is his
Yield or perish
He's the highwayman
This road is his
