Saint of Killers lyrics

Late night when I heard the inmate says Telling tales of his youth, gone far away Spooky stories pass from father to son This fearful saint, the way he became known Heartless, desire to kill Colts made in hell Tomb under a hill, death at God's will Gunslinger in black Save my soul, spare my life Cause there's no prayer For the saint of killers Countdown the days, the murderer says Last meal to savor, confessioned sins He waits for the saint, to reap his soul Even killers need some hope on death row The wrath of heaven is coming down on earth Trench coat, boots and hat, the saint comes in black