I am the deceiver, another chance to live again.
Through the sands we wander in our red desert caravan.
Seas of circumstance lay waste to my foes.
Gods receive my sacrifice, my will I will impose.
Oracles of the rituals in temples long decayed,
Priestess of the season, a gaze into the flame.
She knows of what’s to come as the serpent eats its tail,
Wrath and greed shall conquer me a new master they shall hail.
Onward they march until the monoliths arise.
Blood of the chosen ones, my throne they will provide.
Each day brings panic as it never was before.
Winter comes as an errant son lies prostrate on the ground.
Riders of forsaken wind.
Bastards of a fallen king.