Dim light, cold air, the bar stands still. Old man’s gaze holds centuries of will. A dozen seekers, eyes locked on you, Waiting for the truth you once knew. His voice like thunder from a dying land: “The place is real… but none return.” “Take these coordinates — a curse, not a gift, We were desperate… now we’re just the burn.” Only death. Only dark. Step by step, feel the blow. Step by step, burn inside. Hear that roar from the hills. Raiders’ Resort! I lived, I lived Raiders’ Resort! I bit the dust and still got out Raiders’ Resort! Don’t you go Raiders’ Resort! That place will take you down Old, worn, the rain bites cold and deep. Bitter ash still burns — a secret we keep. To the young and bold, I say with a breath: “Some doors swing wide — there’s no way out, no path.” We crossed the rift where fear turned hands to steel. Red scars in the sand — a curse we couldn’t kill. One by one the dark took every soul to hell. I’m the only one who made it through today. Truth you want? My flesh was burned. I saw too much, no words returned. Ruby District, the cursed place. Black-red storm hid every trace. Raiders’ Resort! I lived, I lived Raiders’ Resort! I bit the dust and still got out Raiders’ Resort! Don’t you go Raiders’ Resort! That place will take you down. Through the dark we ride into war. Steel and flame will open the door. Sit and listen — old man’s words are cold. Start of the story — it’ll break your soul. Raiders’ Resort! I lived, I lived Raiders’ Resort! I bit the dust and still got out Raiders’ Resort! Hear me, son Raiders’ Resort! If you go, you’re done
