Illyrian Warrior
The air is thickAnd heavy to breathThe dust burns my throatShe stood in a doorwayAs pale as someone already goneNo hellos no goodbyesPremonitions in the rising windTonight the stars will fallThe world in a cyclone, pouring outNo escape, but hey who caresJust go with the flowThe sky is blackLike when the world ends, she saidThe sky is blackIn abandoned lands, which time has left