A black dessert
Built on the surface of the sun
A bleeding fire boils
Sucking the land dry
Empty trenches and split earth
Veins of the Dorahn
Some say the sand glitters gold
Others know that these treasures
All have a toll
Come ye gaze into the hole
Slip into the abyss
The crater
A rogue traveller here once claimed
At midday
On the initiation of the fourth calendar
The grand city of salt
Will rise again
In towers of glass on land as flat as far
A false promise went unheard
Now lost in black
A single stone
Cast into the great wide valley
Deep down it rumbles
An avalanche falls into a whirlpool
Way way deep down it hungers
The belly of the beast
Womb of the world
The chattering of a thousand teeth
As oceans rise
In the great wide valley
To drown all beneath
Bare witness
To the birth of an earth
Take shelter above
Hide from the sun
They turned their backs on the rocks of old
Until we tilted their heads
Now the great wide valley runs red
