The desert wind howls
a cry in the dark
blood stains the sand as
death comes among them.
There is no voice, no name.
only the fury that is I
Heart's pain and blood's call.
The province of mine enemies
invokes the siren's call
anger to violence, hate to bloodshed
day spirals into night
the embrace of the destroyer claims the souls of the unjust;
All fall to the reaper's scythe
The lyrics mean little, the screams are the music
hatred calls the tune, anger the rhythm
but both dance to the Slayer's Song