The hot wind from the desert
That kills every living thing
Brought with air trash and dirt
The song of Death it will sing
Living near sands at the end of lunation
Priests and mobs pray for salvation
Sand blocks lungs, prevents from breathing
Hot air scorches eyes and skin
Flames consume houses and smoke is writhing
Soon only skeletons will grin
Death wind comes to devastate
Death wind comes to annihilate
Death wind comes to suffocate
Death wind comes to obliterate
Green-bottle flies today have feast
And putrid gas explodes a corpse
The smell of rot comes from dead priest
Death wind destroyed all regions thorps