Rih al Khamsin
Wings of death, rising high,
Closing in, fill the sky,
Sacred wind across the sand,
Emperor of this land...
Darkness shines into my eyes
Like a dream, stealing the skies,
Fading sun, a memory,
I am trapped in agony...
Wings of death, rising high,
Closing in, fill the sky,
Sacred wind across the sand,
Emperor of this land...
Burning with the power of a hundred suns,
Tearing up the heavens, crushing down the stars,
Angel of perdition, harvester of souls,
Pain without redemption, father of all ghosts,
Filling me with darkness, taking all my dreams,
Save me from myself and purify my sins,
Close my blackened eyes and take me far away,
I will never, ever see the light of day...
Blind, hurt, lost, engulfed in this madness,
Sharp wind burns the depths of my soul,
Ripped flesh, scars devoured by this demon,
Pain, life, death ... RIH AL KHAMSIN...