Simoom Lyrics - Creatures

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.