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Sasha Mednikova - 28 Aug 2026
Metal Church Badlands
I ride alone, the wasteland that I cross Will take another life, we'll take another loss I feel a dry wind, dust is in my eyes The artic cold at night, the earth, it tells me lies God in heaven, my only friend Will I live to see my journey's end? As the world awakens me so hard, my values have been changed I make a promise to myself: Never again A dusty godforsaken path, endless to my dismay I know these are the badlands, somehow I'll find my way No more paradise, no more soothing rain All the sacrifice, the pain is all the same Still I'm pushing onward, alone I can't deny My presence fills the desert, my spirit never dies Will these lonely nights ever end? Will I live to see my journey's end? As the world awakens me so hard, my values have been changed I make a promise to myself: Never again A dusty godforsaken path, endless to my dismay I know these are the badlands, somehow I'll find my way The vultures that circle, cloud the empty sky, Patiently waiting, they wait for me to die Tortured and beaten, blistered by the sun Forceful and heartless, have the badlands won? Still I'm pushing onward, alone I can't deny My presence fills the desert, my spirit never dies As the world awakens me so hard, my values have been changed I make a promise to myself: Never again A dusty godforsaken path, endless to my dismay I know these are the badlands, somehow I'll find my way
