The Gunslinger

Pursuing far across this desert Through the barren wastes, beaten down by sun To find and kill the sorcerer betrayer Walking on forever if it takes him Time is coming unraveled And the world has moved on Haunted by the machines of the ancients Relics of when no one can remember He rose from the line of Eld The last of his kind left in Mid-World And he has sworn to kill The lying snake he’ll hunt to his last But in his heart of hearts The Dark Tower calls to him Sure as ka is a wheel There it stands in its field of roses