I call your name through the gates

And yet I hear no answer

The wind starts to blow odd 

out in the desert

And quenching the soul is scarcer.

My breathing steadies with the breeze

which is growing ever stronger.

Something to ponder

something to wonder.

I enter the town of Oddwind with nothing to lose

and the streets are lifeless

nobody moves.

I cry out for help

and yet I hear no answer

'cause my heart is a ghost town.

Wanted signs out on the streets

Ravens flying up in fleets

Gates rattling in despair

this whole town looks like a nightmare.

Calling your name on these empty roads

And there is no answer

There is no sound

Because my heart is a ghost town.