Under Charon, day as dark as night
Far from Sun, hidden from the light
Where thieves and scoundrels play deadly games
And only spirits know your name

I’ll tell you how I earned these hollow, sunken eyes
Worth a fortune to bring him back alive
By his hand so many died
The price of mercy was much too high

Under the cold, cold Moon
Under the cold, cold Moon
His life will be mine, under still skies
Under the cold, cold Moon

Bastard blew an airlock across the solar line
One thousand souls, boiled them all alive
Not for money, nothing did he gain
He don’t care what he’d done
His pleasure was their pain

On the night side where snakes and cowards lie
A den of vermin beneath the cold starlight
Forty guns to one, odds ain’t on my side
The things that I’ve done, into hell I ride

Under the cold, cold Moon
Under the cold, cold Moon
Second to none, live and die by the gun
Under the cold, cold Moon

Bastard caught my bullet right between the eyes
Told you I’d have you though I ain’t too far behind
Smoke from your shoulders you’ll take no more lives
The things that I’ve done, I’ll pay for them in time

Under the cold, cold Moon
Under the cold, cold Moon
His life will be mine, under still skies
Under the cold, cold Moon
Under the cold, cold Moon
The life left my eyes, under still skies
Under the cold, cold Moon