There is no more refuge,

On these sun-baked and soulless plains

These high grounds we’ve razed

Down to thistle and sand

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We’ve had our fill of the land

Now the dust storms howl

Their immortal grief

At the fatal wounds we’ve tilled

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Only thirst remains  

With the evils in the brush

For foolish prey dragged screaming

To the shadows underneath

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We’ve all had our fill

And leave behind the dredged bones

Of a paradise cursed

Before our first cries of life