• He wandered the desolate land blindly,
    What had once been a paradise,
    there was water, trees, life
    beauty... peace... but now?
    Nothing...
    Nothing left...
    But a blood red sun in a black sky
    The burned remains of trees
    The stark bones bleaching in the Light of the Red Sun
    Cursed...
    Ever Cursed...
    In his dying breath he cried out,
    Begged ...
    Implored...
    anybody, anything to save him
    But alas his cries fell upon deaf ears.
    The land was dead, not a living thing, not a sound
    Dead.
    Always dead.
    Life faded from his eyes
    Death to join the dead
    And now his bones join the others
    Bleaching in the light of the Red Sun
    In the Cursed Land
    Where the Earth Bleeds and the Land weeps