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