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Born of the desert life brutal and short

Survival of fittest taken far beyond

Trials of brutality a test of hard

Nothing but a knife to traverse so far

Born a survivor or doomed to die?

Examination of fight or flight

Walk loose boulders of way up high

Life does end if they should cry

Desert Storm

Through sand she thaw

Skinning the boor

To they tribe she swore

Caves crawled

To the mountains core

Scaling traps walls

The Sandslashed survivor

The Sandslashed survivor

Skin cut by stone leave trace of blood

No room for stragglers in the pack

Dead bushes and serpents they would hack

In the stone cold dungeons of pitch black

Built up immune to the poison attacks

Warrior who wouldn’t turn back

Smell out the weak within 10 miles

Burning through the hell of miserable fires

Desert Storm

Through sand she thaw

Skinning the boor

To they tribe she swore

Caves crawled

To the mountains cor

Scaling traps walls

The Sandslashed survivor

The Sandslashed survivor

Force to fend through the harsh condition

Only told their fate by lying through omission

To the brave and strong, they’d sure become

Yet survival not foreseen by the sacred shaman

Night by did pass, so far from home

Skin begins to show lashed and exposed bones

Armour rust, yet lost no trust

Weakness shown in the tribe must be hushed

End in sight of a merciless trial

Witnessed brutality incredibly vile

Only one survived yet not deprived

Cannibalization of their own siblings

Prophecy forfilled for the wastelands guild

All would fear strength of the chosen’s build

She who walked through the hellish fires

Would surely be seen as a Sandslashed Survivor

Desert Storm

Through sand she thaw

Skinning the boor

To they tribe she swore

Caves crawled

To the mountains core

Scaling traps walls

The Sandslashed survivor

The Sandslashed survivor