Sand and stone, searing heat, canyons deep, no rivers run
A baron waste, a grave for fools, you're lucky if you see anyone
Eyes heavy, throat is dry, would kill a man for a bite of food
I'm a slave to this land, it's ruled by one called Solitude
He's always with you, he's always close, but even then you're still alone
Makes you starve, makes you thirst, makes you tired while you roam
He'll trick your eyes, give you hope, then strip it all away from you
You're a slave to this land, it's ruled by one called Solitude
Some get by, some endure, it's a hell of a life if it's life at all
Scavenge corpses, make some yourself, live like a devil, from grace you fall
Lost your way, lost yourself, lost is home now you know it's true
We're all slaves to this land, praise our ruler - Solitude
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Sand and stone, searing heat, canyons deep, no rivers run
A baron waste, a grave for fools, you're lucky if you see anyone
Eyes heavy, throat is dry, would kill a man for a bite of food
I'm a slave to this land, it's ruled by one called Solitude
He's always with you, he's always close, but even then you're still alone
Makes you starve, makes you thirst, makes you tired while you roam
He'll trick your eyes, give you hope, then strip it all away from you
You're a slave to this land, it's ruled by one called Solitude
Some get by, some endure, it's a hell of a life if it's life at all
Scavenge corpses, make some yourself, live like a devil, from grace you fall
Lost your way, lost yourself, lost is home now you know it's true
We're all slaves to this land, praise our ruler - Solitude
A baron waste, a grave for fools, you're lucky if you see anyone
Eyes heavy, throat is dry, would kill a man for a bite of food
I'm a slave to this land, it's ruled by one called Solitude
He's always with you, he's always close, but even then you're still alone
Makes you starve, makes you thirst, makes you tired while you roam
He'll trick your eyes, give you hope, then strip it all away from you
You're a slave to this land, it's ruled by one called Solitude
Some get by, some endure, it's a hell of a life if it's life at all
Scavenge corpses, make some yourself, live like a devil, from grace you fall
Lost your way, lost yourself, lost is home now you know it's true
We're all slaves to this land, praise our ruler - Solitude
Writer: Oliver Tempel
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