On a long and winding road he marches on
covered in dust with a punctured soul he marches on
another day gone, he marches on
crossing the chasm won't be easy he knew it
high up on the desert plain there's so much to lose
and precious little to gain he knew it
What are the odds? will he survive this dare
or be pronounced dead somewhere
Nobody knows, there's no one who'll care
they just give a damn
that's all there is, that's all they care
down this long and winding road
it's always a bitter fight
dawn till the break of the night
it's always a bloody fight
..................................Brand Pundit and the ring of fire
covered in dust with a punctured soul he marches on
another day gone, he marches on
crossing the chasm won't be easy he knew it
high up on the desert plain there's so much to lose
and precious little to gain he knew it
What are the odds? will he survive this dare
or be pronounced dead somewhere
Nobody knows, there's no one who'll care
they just give a damn
that's all there is, that's all they care
down this long and winding road
it's always a bitter fight
dawn till the break of the night
it's always a bloody fight
..................................Brand Pundit and the ring of fire
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