Above the earth swarm thousands
On the ground they run by the sign of the sun
In the wastes summons a voice

A voice of destruction, the calls for starvation
Abomination towards the sun
Now there is nowhere to run


Foul and cursed
A home of ugliness, torture and pain


Take me there


The horror that hides behind this supernatural being
Foul and cursed


The stench of this desert
What have I done?


He is lord of flies