DESERT Sand is calling for help as an echo of your own cries. The heat is torturing you. Blisters and faint disfigure your name. Reputation is lost, and you are, too. Cold as ice! Hot as hell! No one knows, that you exist! You’re crossing skulls of stupid guys, who made the same mistakes, feeling weaker now. No more fears or water for tears, so you accept it: You will die tonight! Cold as ice! Hot as hell! No one knows, that you exist! Desert’s sky is a beautiful sight, when you’re ready to die. Good night! <<< Zurück