Dessert

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