In the crimson desert we stand, Blades of steel in burning sand. Storms of war across the sky, Hear the mercenaries cry. Through the fire, through the night, Marching forward to the fight. Kingdoms fall and kingdoms rise, Under blood-red desert skies. Crimson Desert, hear our call, Warriors rise, we stand tall. Steel and thunder, fire and flame, History remembers our name. Voices echo through the land, Brothers fighting hand in hand. No surrender, no retreat, Until the final drumbeat. Crimson Desert, hear our cry, Warriors live and warriors die. In the storm our legends grow, Through the fire our spirits glow. When the battle fades to night, Stars will guard the final light. And the wind across the sand Whispers of the fallen band.