In the desert, the lands are dry.
Dry as the skin after it has been dead.
The hills plummet over the dark skies.
A red sun rises in the east.
Blood has been spilled over the heavens.
Every day is the same.
Blistering heat rots away the flesh.
Stabbing sand storms pierce even the toughest surfaces.
At night, the demons will walk the earth for an unworthy soul.
