In the wastelands where the sun bleeds red,
A warrior born in dust and dread,
Exiled from kin, from tribe and land,
Now a lone axe in a ruthless hand.
No banners wave, no clansmen cry,
Only the silence of vultures high,
Watching the cursed one tread his fate,
A beast of wrath, a heart of hate.
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Chorus:
Blood upon the sand, I roam, I rage,
Bound by no walls, no iron cage,
I am the storm, the steel, the scorn,
The oath I swear to lands forlorn.
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Through canyons black and fields of stone,
I hunt those who’d take what’s not their own,
Bandits, raiders, cowards all,
They’ll fall like shadows, they’ll beg, they’ll crawl.
I feel their breath on the desert’s breath,
Smell their fear, taste their death,
With one swing I’ll bring the dark,
Their blood the stain, my axe the mark.
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Chorus:
Blood upon the sand, I roam, I rage,
Bound by no walls, no iron cage,
I am the storm, the steel, the scorn,
The oath I swear to lands forlorn.
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I hear them whisper, feel their eyes,
The traitor roams, the one who defies,
They say I’m cursed, a blade unbound,
But here I stand, upon war’s ground.
I swear by scars, by broken bone,
By blood that’s mine and blood I’ve sown,
None shall take this land from me,
For I am wrath, and I am free.
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Bridge:
By blade and bone, by dust and flame,
I wear no crown, I bear no name,
Just scars, just steel, a heart gone cold,
A myth that lives, a tale retold.
Let them come, let them dare,
I’ll send them back with empty stares,
For every life that tries to stand,
Is swept away by my hand.
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Final Chorus:
Blood upon the sand, I roam, I rage,
Bound by no walls, no iron cage,
I am the storm, the steel, the scorn,
The oath I swear to lands forlorn.
No gods, no kings, no warbound chains,
Just iron will and blood that stains,
A beast, a man, a weapon sworn—
The exiled soul, the wrath reborn.
