He walked out of nowhere towards nowhere,
His fate not one he can share.
Across the desert he heads west
The last of the Gunslingers, the best
Over the mountains the Dark Tower
The source of all power

It shines so brightly, glowing in the sun
He fears it slightly, wishing his work was done
The shining red tip, where the doors are kept,
Where a mind could slip,where the Gods have slept
He has to fight through crowds, over the mountains
Covered by clouds, wrapping it like curtains

The Gunslingers trip has been a hard one,
The death of his father, his world and son
A promise made to his dying love
As the world burnt, a single dove
And red rose petals signalled the end
Of the world, and the Gunslingers friends.

The Man In Black fears the Gunslinger
For the Dark Man he is a doom-bringer
Nothing but a flaw in what he's planned
For at the Dark Tower he makes his stand
The Devil is hypnotising, sweet to hear
But sending towns crazed with fear

The Dark Man has no face, no soul
Hardly even living at all
The Tower is important, a symbol,
if it could be used for evil
Then he could be a All-Knowing,
With his brain ever growing

It shines so brightly, glowing in the sun
He fears it slightly, wishing his work was done
The shining red tip, where the doors are kept,
Where a mind could slip,where the Gods have slept
The Dark Man knows, The Towers laws
Where life grows, its power common lore

The Dark Man sets a trap here and there
The Gunslinger had best take care
The Man in Black wants the tower too
There he shall stage his coup
Through all the worlds the he can trace
All the universes the Dark Tower holds in place

It shines so brightly, glowing in the sun
He fears it slightly, wishing his work was done
The shining red tip, where the doors are kept,
Where a mind could slip,where the Gods have slept
His trusty gun, defeated the slow mutants,
Three from one, one is feeling mutinous

As the Gunslinger continues west
The Dark Man tries to destroy the pest
But is stopped, defeated, torn
By a God in human form
The Gunslinger ends his trip
He fears he must now slip

It shines so brightly, glowing in the sun
He fears it slightly, wishing his work was done
The shining red tip, where the doors are kept,
Where a mind could slip,where the Gods have slept
It towers above, something like a droning call
Flying past a dove, and rose petals fall

He climbs his way to the top
It could be a long long drop,
The marble walls are cool to touch
The pressure was simply too much
And he knows he must not cower
For now he faces The Dark Tower.