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After the death of his brother

After he heard his final scream

The prince felt a presence

What could it be?

A cursed was placed upon the prince

By the blood on his hands

By all those innocent people

And there was nothing he could do

Forty years in the sand

In the dessert cursed to live

He would never come to reach

The land he wanted to call home

In the dessert

Wandering, wandering

Days felt like weeks

Barely even kept alive

Almost like a walking corpse

Weeks felt like months

Wandering, just wandering

A cursed life

Forty years in the sand

In the dessert cursed to live

He would never come to reach

The land he wanted to call home

Forty years in the sand

In the dessert cursed to live

He would never come to reach

The land he wanted to call home

Forty years in the sand

In the dessert cursed to live

He would never come to reach

The land he wanted to call home