Soil from the mountains mix with debris,
Forming a surface that's ripe for wheat.
Start the digging, stake your claim.
A free for all so cultivate this Black Blizzard.
The dark horseman rides the wind.
In this hourglass of death I'm in.
The land is lost to despair.
The tables drop.
Erosion spreads, Black Blizzard.
Waiting for nothing is like waiting for death.
Sandblasted 'till there's nothing left.
Waiting for signals upon the horizon,
You can run but you'll never get far.
Gasping for air, gasping for breath,
Your eyes are useless and your lungs are compressed.
I hear him coming with a thunderous roar.
I've never seen him this angry before.
The dark horseman rides again, determined to take everyone with him.
Gasping for air, gasping for breath.
Sandblasted 'till there's nothing left Black Blizzard.