We Rob Caravans! (Nova Gothia Forest Remix)

[Intro — whisper, wind] The sand keeps names… But it never gives them back… [Verse 1] Night drapes its tent — shadows sharper than blades Forty move in silence — forgotten gods in the shades Scent of roads and fire — silk, silver, fear in the load The caravan hauls its treasure — we’re already in their road Some prayed for a miracle — we came to claim it now Some hoped to survive — but they won’t know how We’re not their fairy tales — we are the desert’s truth Forty steps in darkness — unseen, uncouth [Chorus] Caravans… caravans… Dust will rise behind us Caravans… caravans… Gold burns in our hands Caravans… caravans… Night hides our faces Caravans… caravans… We can’t be stopped [Verse 2] Hooves cut through sand — wind swallows our tracks Who sought a path here — won’t get away intact The chief gives no second sign — strike is already near Those who trusted in guards — fall first, the end is clear Gold is not the goal Gold is only the key Who doesn’t know the word Cannot cross this night with me [Chorus] Caravans… caravans… Dust will rise behind us Caravans… caravans… Gold burns in our hands Caravans… caravans… Hearts beat like drums Caravans… caravans… We’re already inside… the caravan [Verse 3 — fast] We’ve done this before — we’ll do it again Forty breaths in one — it’s not fear, it’s the call Each left a name where dawn went out Only the strong remain — the weak face doubt Forty keys in our minds Forty steps to the wall Who isn’t one of us — vanishes Not knowing the cost at all [Verse 4 — faster, intense] Step is risk Step is dark Who was nothing Becomes fate See the lights? This is the end Hear the clink? Gold is here [Break — theatrical] (quiet, drone) Who are we? (Pause) Forty… Who are we?! FORTY! Remember the word… (whisper) Sesame… open… [Solo — instrumental / stage action] (Echoed phrases, minimal lyrics) Forty shadows… Night guides… Without a trace… [Final Chorus x2–3] Caravans… caravans… Dust will rise behind us Caravans… caravans… We come for the treasure Caravans… caravans… Night won’t remember our faces Caravans… caravans… We can’t be stopped (Final line — emphasis) Sesame, open — and the night is still