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Four blood red moons arise Casting shadows through the desert sky Demons portray memories that were never here at all The wanderer stumbles under his load His pace slowing further until he moves no more "Fall to your knees weak one, Bow to me you will." The demons of this wasteland speaking with ill intent The wanderer hangs his head, knowing he's been beat "This land will consume you, I will eat you whole. There is no place for you In this dark forsaken plane." The demon approaches, consumes the body whole The wanderer leaving this world, born a new at once Seven silver sunsets come and go The birds of prey circle the body on the grou

Seven silver sunsets come and go The birds of prey circle till there is no more The wanderer steps into the wastes Searching for his story, but there is no way The Sands shift and settle Erasing today's missteps The pure and clean desert Wiping clean the slate today Seven sunsets turn to Crimson gold Tricks played by demons On the young and the old So hold your breath and don't let them in And push away the thoughts As night falls and the moons arise Steel yourself and please prepare For we are not alone Hold your breath, find shelter and prepare Load your guns, settle in It will a long night The demons arise and hunt for us Blood is