h1. Up and down When he was born The wasteland bled With human blood And the sands fed The empty halls Filled with debris And shimmering lights Became so still With crumbling sounds It came to halt Distorted walls And broken floors He fled quite far Until he felt It was the world That really fled When he awaited In desert dust He knew that It will be long He made a den He scouted far The empty husks And molten stones When they came With flag high He knew they Will be all right They set upon The shifting sands With heavy feet And weary hands When they found The empty town He knew they Will settle down They made a camp They heated sand Dead city watched Their bodies mend When winds changed The end was nigh They have put on Hazard attire They made themselves An easy prey And shadow fell As he leapt