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KobiCoolMusic - Highlander of the wasteland

the video and music are AI Generated. A Hard Rock Country song about Conor Mcleod, The Highlander, The Immortal as he travels through the wild west, surviving until the Quickening. Lyrics: Boot prints fading in the red clay dirt Long coat dragging through the desert heat Steel on his back Thunder in his shirt Eyes like storms that never learned to sleep Name lost under all that wind Just another drifter on the trail But every time the reaper grins He walks out of the smoke Pale as hail Saw the gallows Saw the grave Saw the river take the brave Every bullet Every blade Just another passing wave (passing wave) He’s the Highlander of the wasteland Old world blood on this new frontier Every showdown Every quick hand He’s been dying here for hundreds of years From the heather to the hardpan From the clan wars to the cattle brands You can bet your soul and your last stand You won’t outlast the Highlander of the wasteland (hey!) Campfire ghosts in a whisky glass Voices speaking in a foreign tongue Memories riding like a broken mass Kilts and castles where the bells once rung Sheriff pins and outlaw scars All just costumes he outgrew Buried lovers Buried wars But the earth keeps givin’ him a view Shot at sunrise Cut at dusk Choked on powder Breathed in dust Still his shadow always jumps When the lightning splits the crust (oh yeah) He’s the Highlander of the wasteland Old world blood on this new frontier Every showdown Every quick hand He’s been dying here for hundreds of years From the heather to the hardpan From the clan wars to the cattle brands You can bet your soul and your last stand You won’t outlast the Highlander of the wasteland Cards on the table in a dead-end town Kid with a pistol tries to earn his crown Connor just smiles Sets his whiskey down “I’ve seen this movie twice Son Turn around” When the thunder rolls and the sky turns black He hears a distant bagpipe calling him back But the prairie wind snaps him in the face Says “Your road runs here In this godless place” (woah) He’s the Highlander of the wasteland Old world blood on this new frontier Every showdown Every quick hand He’s been dying here for hundreds of years From the heather to the hardpan From the clan wars to the cattle brands You can bet your soul and your last stand You won’t outlast the Highlander of the wasteland You can break his bones You can burn this land But steel meets sky in his lifted hand Yeah Forever rides in his boot-scarred tracks When the Highlander of the wasteland rides back (hey!)