Verse 1 The hot wind from the desert That kills every living thing Brought with air trash and dirt The song of Death it will sing
Chorus Living near sands at the end of lunation Priests and mobs pray for salvation
Sand blocks lungs, prevents from breathing Hot air scorches eyes and skin Flames consume houses and smoke is writhing Soon only skeletons will grin
Pre solo Death wind comes to devastate Death wind comes to annihilate Death wind comes to suffocate Death wind comes to obliterate
Verse 2 Green-bottle flies today have feast And putrid gas explodes a corpse The smell of rot comes from dead priest Death wind destroyed all regions thorps