The blue cloud of doom   Fell upon my land   Felt upon my sword      Beheading for a feast   Our swords covered with blood   Beneath the melting sun   The praise is for pagan lords   Returning from the hunt   Our village was set afire   The females screamed for help   The sand-demons have scarred our sacred land      Ashes and smoke were left   To remind us of failure   The women had been stained   By the rodents of the desert   Carriers of the disease   Left for us to find   We must please Satan attack the rodents of the sands      Battle...      Swallowed by the sand      The land was fully conquered   But the desert could not be owned   They slithered to the core   To praise Yahweh at nightfall   The children had been taken   Their juice sucked into the sand   The sun reflected their blood   Fluids consumed by the rodents below      The blue cloud of doom   Fell upon my land   Felt upon my sword