Drifting in, carried on dry winds

From across the Nile, the sirens in exile

Driven to tell...



Floating on a cloud, your face out of the crowd

A blinding sun, purging everyone

Beautiful word, musical and sweet

Now all you can do is play the punishing beat



How harsh and shrill the word has become

Twisted and bent -- a hornet's nest stirred up by the beating stick



Simoom, simoom... increasing speed

Sucking in dry heat

Simoom, simoom... you breathe in suffocation

Relentless simoom, blow and whistle this tune

Pouring in, filling where once was space

Where once was light

Where once was a face

Driven to tell.