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 teh 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