They ride into town with the sun to their backs when they hunger for women and pesos
The city is dust and resistance is crushed. but a man steps out into the street

He draws, a hail of bullets fly  “corbade prepare to die”, as bandit blood flows they hear the town cry

Poderosa Vibora

He hunts through the wake, as the toll bell rings out, for the man only known as el boro
Vengeance so sweet, as eyes finally meet, the gallows are calling his name

He swore to a pistoleros life, for justice prepared to die, they tie the noose as he hears the town cry

Poderosa Vibora