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A hunter of hunters, a corpse-like man who *always* found the cruel and the killing.
And always, nobody saw him come, or leave.
Only the moment where a gun is drawn, and the body drops.
Like the night itself was given flesh.
A hunter of hunters, a corpse-like man who *always* found the cruel and the killing.
And always, nobody saw him come, or leave.
Only the moment where a gun is drawn, and the body drops.
Like the night itself was given flesh.
In Corridos and songs, they speak of days of an age long gone. One of Outlaws, revolutions, and wars. One where great beliefs pulled along men and women untied by law.
It was here, that those that hunted the children of the~>
In Corridos and songs, they speak of days of an age long gone. One of Outlaws, revolutions, and wars. One where great beliefs pulled along men and women untied by law.
It was here, that those that hunted the children of the~>
Nosferatu, Vaquero, Revolutionary...
...And Assassin.
Nosferatu, Vaquero, Revolutionary...
...And Assassin.