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Insipired by Ark Survival Evolved and Ascended , song is on the Scorched Earth map, but there is a twist in it. You are a vampire.
Music made by Suno AI .
Website : https://suno.com/
Video made in: https://vizzy.io
Project by:Rashan

Lyrics:

Beneath a blood-moon’s withered glow, I ride the dying sand,
A coffin-sky above this world, a curse upon the land.
Scorched Earth sings through cracked stone teeth—its lullaby: survive,
Where daylight bites like holy fire, and only shadows thrive.

Black dunes roll like ancient waves, the canyon’s ribs are bare,
Salt flats shine like shattered glass that cuts the desert air.
Oases blink—green serpent eyes—then vanish in the heat,
And every footprint is a prayer for nightfall’s cold retreat.

Hear the horizon shiver…
Feel the pressure crawl—
The storm is not a visitor…
It is the lord of all.

Scorched Earth—my gothic throne of flame, my tomb of sun and bone,
When Heatstorms chant my name, I walk this wasteland all alone.
Sandstorms veil the fangs of dunes, the world becomes a blur,
Electrical storms crack the sky—black lightning’s cruel slur.
In every changing wind I swear—this desert won’t let go…
It drinks the brave, it crowns the damned—beneath its hellish glow.

Heat rises like a vampire’s kiss, a fevered, gilded knife,
Waterskins like rosaries—each drop a stolen life.
Mirages dress in velvet lies, they dance, then disobey,
And in the howl of midday light my courage turns to prey.

My armor sweats in silence,
My vision turns to red—
The sun, a ruthless hunter,
And I the hunted dead.

Scorched Earth—my gothic throne of flame, my tomb of sun and bone,
When Heatstorms chant my name, I walk this wasteland all alone.
Sandstorms veil the fangs of dunes, the world becomes a blur,
Electrical storms crack the sky—black lightning’s cruel slur.
In every changing wind I swear—this desert won’t let go…
It drinks the brave, it crowns the damned—beneath its hellish glow.

A Jerboa runs—tiny ghost—through moonlit dust and fear,
A heartbeat made of borrowed time, then gone when danger’s near.
And far above the scorched cathedral of the basalt stone,
The ember-winged Phoenix wakes—its flame becomes a throne.

Ash to breath, breath to fire,
Fire to wing, to sky—
A miracle in wasteland silk,
A blaze that will not die.

Scorched Earth—my gothic throne of flame, my tomb of sun and bone,
“Come closer…” — When the Heatstorms chant, I’m not alone.
Sandstorms mask the hunter’s grin, the dunes devour the trail,
Electrical storms stitch black crowns where shattered clouds prevail.
In every changing wind I swear—this desert won’t let go…
It drinks the brave, it crowns the damned—beneath its hellish glow.

Lightning writes my epitaph across a shattered night,
My base of bone, my torches dim, my veins of cactus light.
The storm is laughing—cold and sweet—like fangs against my throat,
I shelter in the sandstone ribs and pray my walls will hold.

Heatstorm… Sandstorm…
The skies are never kind—
Electrical—unholy—
A crucifix of light.

Scorched Earth—my gothic throne of flame, my tomb of sun and bone,
When Heatstorms chant my name, I walk this wasteland all alone.
Sandstorms veil the fangs of dunes, the world becomes a blur,
Electrical storms crack the sky—black lightning’s cruel slur.
Yet in the ash a Phoenix burns, in dusk a Jerboa knows—
Even cursed lands keep secrets… where the dark life grows.

So seal the doors, my night-bound heart… the desert calls once more,
I ride through Scorched Earth’s storm-lit veins—forever, evermore.

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