As I walk down this lonely road, this dusty dirty road,

The wind shrieks and tears at me, hoping to deny,

The black clouds rumble and storm, hoping to engulf,

And then the group of figures approach, hoping to claim.

The first of them, oozing shapeless masses of things, roll up from ahead.

They stand as faceless men, simply trying to block my path. I find a knife on the path, and I wave it at them. The men melt and silently slither off.

I walk down this lonely road, this dirty dusty road.

A group of people have constructed a creaking wooden gate here. They have cold sneers and proud eyes. They too, hope to block my path. I hold out my right of passage to the gate, and it swings outward of its own accord. The builders' gaze morph into daggers of hate. Their mouths forming hateful whispers.

I walk down this lonely road, this dirty dusty road.

Whispers float from a doorway in the side of a hill. It tells me to join it in its quiet loneliness, in pitiful darkness. I peer in and see dry bones. I leave the hill far behind me, as

I walk down this lonely road, this dirty dusty road.

A growling comes up from ahead. A large furry beast stands in the path. It's eyes watch me closely. It paces endlessly, waiting to approach. I try to walk around it, It simply mirrors me. I try to divert the beast's attention but it's eyes never look, never blink. I give in and simply approach. It leaps at me landing, at a run, its jaws close a mere hair from my face. Its claws rend my chest. I feebly stab at it, then with fury. Not expecting resistance, it bounces backs in surprise. It moves to the side of the road.

I walk down this lonely road, this dirty dusty road, dripping red. Bleeding red.

A man on a horse rides up from behind. A flash of panic races across his face when he sees my wounds. He leaps off and forces me to lay down as he does his work.

I go under, then come up.

The man waits for me when I wake. He grants me a sword and tells me to be safe. He then rides on, quick as the wind.

I walk down this lonely road, this dirty dusty road.

Two more travelers come from behind. They simply join me on the path. I take a great liking to them, as they walk alongside me. One is a fox, clever and swift in this cursed twisted land. One is a daisy, modest and sweet in this cursed twisted land.

A great wind approaches, its angry arms fling and toss. It knows nothing. It simply destroys. We clutch to each other, stronger than the wind. Soon it is quiet once more, and we,

We walk down this road, this dirty dusty road.

I hear howling from behind, smell fire and ash from ahead, and sense the men oozing in the ditches. A masked man walks with the beast, their wild hair waving in the storm. They do not come near, but they stalk us from afar. Unknown creatures approach, or wait for us ahead.

We walk down this road, this dirty dusty road.