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The blue cloud of doom Fell upon my land Felt upon my sword Beheading for a feast Our swords covered with blood Beneath the melting sun The praise is for pagan lords Returning from the hunt Our village was set afire The females screamed for help The sand-demons have scarred our sacred land Ashes and smoke were left To remind us of failure The women had been stained By the rodents of the desert Carriers of the disease Left for us to find We must please Satan attack the rodents of the sands Battle... Swallowed by the sand The land was fully conquered Letras de cancionesBut the desert could not be owned They slithered to the core To praise Yahweh at nightfall The children had been taken Their juice sucked into the sand The sun reflected their blood Fluids consumed by the rodents below The blue cloud of doom Fell upon my land Felt upon my sword From Letras Mania