Above the earth swarm thousands On the ground they run by the sign of the sun In the wastes summons a voice A voice of destruction, the calls for stavation Abomination towards the sun Now there is nowhere to run
Foul and cursed A home of ugliness, torture and pain
Take me there
The horror that hides behinds this supernatural being Foul and cursed
The stench of this desert What have I done?
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