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Lyrics: My sight shall reach past the ruthless dunes A solitary raven as my sole mate Whose intentions towards me I allow myself to doubt As everyone here is by their own Small unfortunate seeds champion Against an unwilling stormy climate Where venomous predators luxuriate I therefore brace myself While I have my last sip I've been on many traveling caravans With experienced and spirited folks We kept our eyes vigilant For danger preys each turn I can't afford to let them down I am now one in this vast wasteland My leather boots burn my weary feet Meditating my next crucial move Disdaining the liquid salt on my eyebrows My intentions will prevail
