Ravenblood - Devourer of Tales

I live in the sands where the sun never sleeps,
The wind whispers stories that the lost ones keep.
In this desert where all fades away,
I feed on the tales of the dying each day.


They wander aimless, no faith, no guide,
Their voices fade as the silence hides.
They tell me their dreams before they die,
I devour their lives, their final cry.


I am the keeper of their last breath,
Devourer of tales, in the grasp of death.
Their words are my blood, their pain is my voice,
I am the desert's echo, the god of their choice.


They come in the night with hollowed eyes,
Their bodies sink in the sand where hope dies.
They share their fears, their loves long gone,
With each whisper I rise, as they're undone.



They wander aimless, no faith, no guide,
Their voices fade as the silence hides.
They tell me their dreams before they die,
I devour their lives, their final cry.


Among dunes and bones, whispers and dust,
Each story fills my broken heart's lust.
There's no end for me, only stolen lives,
The desert calls, in its rage I thrive.


I am the keeper of their last breath,
Devourer of tales, in the grasp of death.
Their words are my blood, their pain is my voice,
I am the desert's echo, the god of their choice.


They wander aimless, no faith, no guide,
Their voices fade as the silence hides.
They tell me their dreams before they die,
I devour their lives, their final cry.



And when the sun sinks beneath the horizon's line,
I await the wanderers with no design.
Their stories will be mine, their souls my power,
In this desert wasteland, I alone devour.