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Soil from the mountains its mixed with debris

Forming a surface that’s ripe for wheat

Start the digging stake your claim

A free-for-all so cultivate

The dark horseman rides the wind

In this hourglass of death that I am stuck in

The land is lost to despair

The tables drop and erosion spreads

The dark horseman rides again to suffocate all to his liking

As the Black Blizzard blows the death toll grows

We’re waiting around to fight him