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The Lone and Level Sands

from Of Scorched Earth by Malist

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The desert whispers secrets
Of deadlines, etched in sand,
The wind sings a haunting melody,
Of a fate that's yet to land.

The storms brew in the distance,
A harbinger of time's demise,
The sands shift beneath our feet,
As we march towards the skies.

In the shadows of the dunes,
We tread a path unknown,
Fate and future, one in the same,
As we journey alone.

Symphonies of power in the wind
Flowing through our very core.
Bodies die for souls to join the pantheon,
As we face the sandstorms' roar.

We are the desert's children,
Born of sand and fate,
We'll rise above the storm,
And seal our eternal gate.

We call upon the primal deities,
To guide us through the dunes,
With their strength, we'll overcome,
The suffering that looms.

The ancient ones, of scorched earth,
Whisper wisdom in our ears,
Guide us through the arid land,
And banish our fears.

Voices echo in the wind,
A relict from the past,
Power flows within us,
Making our spirits last.

Symphonies of power in the wind
Flowing through our very core.
Bodies die for souls to join the pantheon,
As we face the sandstorms' roar.

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from Of Scorched Earth, released January 19, 2024

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