Got my rifle. Got my gun.
Cragwolf stalks me just for fun.
Spark’s a flicker. Mana’s dry.
Wouldn’t flinch if I had to die.
Far too late to turn back.
Never sure when I might crack.
Dream in glyphs. Wake in fear.
Wish a totem was out here.
Bones are humming. Hands are red.
I think I’m talkin’ to the dead.
Every step, the same damn song.
If I stop, I don’t last long.
Flask gone dry. We in a drought.
Nothing left but dust and doubt.
Got my rifle. Got my gun.
Cragwolf still thinks this is fun.
Spark’s a flicker. Mana’s dry.
Ain’t no man don’t wonder why.
Sky’s all teeth. Wind’s all ash.
I’d kill a man for one shard’s flash.
But I ain’t dead. Just gettin’ cold.
Luck runs thin, but I won’t fold.
What’s on my back is all I trust.
Bones to powder, gear to rust.
Breath comes hard. Nails gone black.
Somethin’ heavy’s on my track.
No more hope. No food to spare.
Just boots, and blood, and blank stares.
Got no rifle. Lost my gun.
Cragwolf’s laughing at me run.
Spark’s a flicker. Breath comes slow.
Nowhere left I dare go.
Took too long to stake my claim.
This land just can’t be tamed.
Got no gun. Got no spark.
Just the howl… and then the dark.