Soil from the mountains it 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 and erosion spreads.
Black Blizzard.
The dark horseman rides again, to suffocate all to his liking.
As the Black Blizzard blows the death toll
Grows waiting to strike you like lightning.