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Bones in the sand. Bones in her nose

the dust storm blows and around it goes

Men bound in rope burn in the sun

Her trophies die but the day is won

Desert witch. Wicked magic

Zombie of love your skin cracked

by the demon sun

Rubber screams and deisel smokes

Sand pirates ride across her moat

The witch will wait behind her walls

She'll make a meal of those who fall

River of Styx. Dry as twigs

Trophies of love

Tonight she'll have her wicked fun