I wait for the storm my people come
To lead us all away
I wait for the storm my people come
To lead us all away

Reincarnate in generations they walked
With only one thing to proceed
Every hundredth year, show us their face
To us and this mortal wound

Out of their tombs to seek, collectors of flesh not men
Nor women but creatures this sea of sand turned them to
Fear them not fear them not fear them not

They hide deep into their sea oceans of dried waves
Sand flushes against me
To hide deep into this sea and bury
Their dead in the hot sand
Your family's here, death made out of sand long
For the days when pain was easy
Trapped and chained, within themselves help us
Bring the storm, be one with us

I wait for the storm my people come
To lead us all away
I wait for the storm my people come
To lead us all away

Fear them not fear them not fear them not fear them not