'If you wanna save your soul From hell a-riding on our range Then prompts

3 months ago

Hyper realistic, photo realism, High Contrast, insanely detailed and intricate, elegant, ornate, super detailed zoomed out side view full body HD Photo of An old cowboy One dark and windy day. Upon a ridge he rested, As he went along his way. When all at once a mighty herd Of red eyed cows he saw Plowin' through the ragged skies. And up the cloudy draw Their brands were still on fire And their hooves were made of steel. Their horns were black and shiny, And their hot breath he could feel. A bolt of fear went through him As they thundered through the sky, For he saw the riders coming hard And he heard their mournful cry. Their faces gaunt, Their eyes were blurred, Their shirts all soaked with sweat, He's riding hard to catch that herd But he ain't caught 'em yet 'Cause they've got to ride forever On that range up in the sky On horses snorting fire As they ride on, hear their cry. As the riders loped on by him He heard one call his name, 'If you wanna save your soul From hell a-riding on our range Then, cowboy, change your ways today Or with us you will ride Trying to catch the devil's herd Across these endless skies. it is night time, there are dark clouds rolling in on the night sky on the Reddish Orange sunset in the background. No poorly formed fingers, no extra arms, no extra legs, no extra fingers, no poorly formed hands, no poorly drawn body, no poorly drawn teeth, no bad anatomy.

3 months ago

Hyper realistic, photo realism, High Contrast, insanely detailed and intricate, elegant, ornate, super detailed zoomed out side view full body HD Photo of An old cowboy One dark and windy day. Upon a ridge he rested, As he went along his way. When all at once a mighty herd Of red eyed cows he saw Plowin' through the ragged skies. And up the cloudy draw Their brands were still on fire And their hooves were made of steel. Their horns were black and shiny, And their hot breath he could feel. A bolt of fear went through him As they thundered through the sky, For he saw the riders coming hard And he heard their mournful cry. Their faces gaunt, Their eyes were blurred, Their shirts all soaked with sweat, He's riding hard to catch that herd But he ain't caught 'em yet 'Cause they've got to ride forever On that range up in the sky On horses snorting fire As they ride on, hear their cry. As the riders loped on by him He heard one call his name, 'If you wanna save your soul From hell a-riding on our range Then, cowboy, change your ways today Or with us you will ride Trying to catch the devil's herd Across these endless skies. it is night time, there are dark clouds rolling in on the night sky on the Reddish Orange sunset in the background. No poorly formed fingers, no extra arms, no extra legs, no extra fingers, no poorly formed hands, no poorly drawn body, no poorly drawn teeth, no bad anatomy.

3 months ago

Hyper realistic, photo realism, High Contrast, insanely detailed and intricate, elegant, ornate, super detailed zoomed out side view full body HD Photo of An old cowboy One dark and windy day. Upon a ridge he rested, As he went along his way. When all at once a mighty herd Of red eyed cows he saw Plowin' through the ragged skies. And up the cloudy draw Their brands were still on fire And their hooves were made of steel. Their horns were black and shiny, And their hot breath he could feel. A bolt of fear went through him As they thundered through the sky, For he saw the riders coming hard And he heard their mournful cry. Their faces gaunt, Their eyes were blurred, Their shirts all soaked with sweat, He's riding hard to catch that herd But he ain't caught 'em yet 'Cause they've got to ride forever On that range up in the sky On horses snorting fire As they ride on, hear their cry. As the riders loped on by him He heard one call his name, 'If you wanna save your soul From hell a-riding on our range Then, cowboy, change your ways today Or with us you will ride Trying to catch the devil's herd Across these endless skies. it is night time, there are dark clouds rolling in on the night sky on the Reddish Orange sunset in the background. No poorly formed fingers, no extra arms, no extra legs, no extra fingers, no poorly formed hands, no poorly drawn body, no poorly drawn teeth, no bad anatomy.

3 months ago

Hyper realistic, photo realism, High Contrast, insanely detailed and intricate, elegant, ornate, super detailed zoomed out side view full body HD Photo of a mighty herd Of red eyed cows he saw Plowin' through the ragged skies. And up the cloudy draw Their brands were still on fire And their hooves were made of steel. Their horns were black and shiny, And their hot breath he could feel. A bolt of fear went through him As they thundered through the sky, For he saw the riders coming hard And he heard their mournful cry. Their faces gaunt, Their eyes were blurred, Their shirts all soaked with sweat, He's riding hard to catch that herd But he ain't caught 'em yet 'Cause they've got to ride forever On that range up in the sky On horses snorting fire As they ride on, hear their cry. As the riders loped on by him He heard one call his name, 'If you wanna save your soul From hell a-riding on our range Then, cowboy, change your ways today Or with us you will ride Trying to catch the devil's herd Across these endless skies. it is night time, there are dark clouds rolling in on the night sky on the Reddish Orange sunset in the background. No poorly formed fingers, no extra arms, no extra legs, no extra fingers, no poorly formed hands, no poorly drawn body, no poorly drawn teeth, no bad anatomy.

3 months ago

Hyper realistic, photo realism, High Contrast, insanely detailed and intricate, elegant, ornate, super detailed zoomed out side view full body HD Photo of An old cowboy One dark and windy day. Upon a ridge he rested, As he went along his way. When all at once a mighty herd Of red eyed cows he saw Plowin' through the ragged skies. And up the cloudy draw Their brands were still on fire And their hooves were made of steel. Their horns were black and shiny, And their hot breath he could feel. A bolt of fear went through him As they thundered through the sky, For he saw the riders coming hard And he heard their mournful cry. Their faces gaunt, Their eyes were blurred, Their shirts all soaked with sweat, He's riding hard to catch that herd But he ain't caught 'em yet 'Cause they've got to ride forever On that range up in the sky On horses snorting fire As they ride on, hear their cry. As the riders loped on by him He heard one call his name, 'If you wanna save your soul From hell a-riding on our range Then, cowboy, change your ways today Or with us you will ride Trying to catch the devil's herd Across these endless skies. it is night time, there are dark clouds rolling in on the night sky on the Reddish Orange sunset in the background. No poorly formed fingers, no extra arms, no extra legs, no extra fingers, no poorly formed hands, no poorly drawn body, no poorly drawn teeth, no bad anatomy.

3 months ago

Hyper realistic, photo realism, High Contrast, insanely detailed and intricate, elegant, ornate, super detailed zoomed out side view full body HD Photo of An old cowboy One dark and windy day. Upon a ridge he rested, As he went along his way. When all at once a mighty herd Of red eyed cows he saw Plowin' through the ragged skies. And up the cloudy draw Their brands were still on fire And their hooves were made of steel. Their horns were black and shiny, And their hot breath he could feel. A bolt of fear went through him As they thundered through the sky, For he saw the riders coming hard And he heard their mournful cry. Their faces gaunt, Their eyes were blurred, Their shirts all soaked with sweat, He's riding hard to catch that herd But he ain't caught 'em yet 'Cause they've got to ride forever On that range up in the sky On horses snorting fire As they ride on, hear their cry. As the riders loped on by him He heard one call his name, 'If you wanna save your soul From hell a-riding on our range Then, cowboy, change your ways today Or with us you will ride Trying to catch the devil's herd Across these endless skies. it is night time, there are dark clouds rolling in on the night sky on the Reddish Orange sunset in the background. No poorly formed fingers, no extra arms, no extra legs, no extra fingers, no poorly formed hands, no poorly drawn body, no poorly drawn teeth, no bad anatomy.