Oryx from Self Inductance by DEMANDS

Shepherds of death keep you on their right hand
With blood on their fingers / They draw lines in the sand
The burning hot sun beating down on your mane
Brands you for life / Hated and pained

It's a life your kind only knows
A taste for blood is starting to show

Shepherds of death keep you on their right hand
With blood on their fingers / They draw lines in the sand
Stench of the corpses that's filling your nose
Will always hang with you wherever you go

It's a scent your kind only knows
A taste for blood is starting to show
Cursed sands now made your home
Boxed in / Your last place to go
Sired / Reaped / Sowed

Horns of a devil / Keep your head low
Stag of the desert / Run predators through
Brothers and sisters lay down in the earth
They are your war drums / Beat them with your hoof

Oryx / Your number's up
Oryx / They're on the hunt
Oryx, you're snuffed

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