Creatures - Simoom Lyrics
Drifting in, carried on dry windsFrom across the nile, the sirens in exileDriven to tell...Floating on a cloud, your face out of the crowdA blinding sun, purging everyoneBeautiful word, musical and sweetNow all you can do is play the punishing beatHow harsh and shrill the word has becomeTwisted and bent -- a hornets nest stirred up by the beating stickSimoom, simoom... increasing speedSucking in dry heatSimoom, simoom... you breathe in suffocationRelentless simoom, blow and whistle this tunePouring in, filling where once was spaceWhere once was lightWhere once was a faceDriven to tell.