Khamaseem (sword of the crescent moon) Lyrics

It looked like any other day when the trader drove to town
40 points of heatwave and a white sun staring down
His oil wells and his shipping lines were sucking out the bucks
And his crates of stolen rifles had filled a fleet of trucks

The trader's name was Sultan though his maiden name was Jones
And tales of his magnificence were tales of broken bones
Left behind from a distant war, a mercenary of trade
Some people called him Scorpion, he was lethal in the shade

Afar the darkening sky
Like the gaze of an all seeing eye
Brings the wind that cuts
Like a sword blade clean
Khamaseem...

And the wind from the dunes
Is the sword of the crescent moon...

The creatures of the desert road could hear the desert breathe
If he'd looked through tinted windows he'd have seen the creatures leave
The vultures and the cobra's, the spiders and the flies
Swarming from the ragged sand beneath the coming skies

Afar the darkening sky
Like the gaze of an all seeing eye
Brings the wind that cuts
Like a sword blade clean
Khamaseem...

And the wind from the dunes
Is the sword of the crescent moon...

He was talking on a mobile when it struck him from the east
Shattering the windscreen the sand began to feast
It was sharp as little razors, fast as little spears
The wind was like an army screaming battle in his ears

Afar the darkening sky
Like the gaze of an all seeing eye
Brings the wind that cuts
Like a sword blade clean
Khamaseem...

And the wind from the dunes
Is the sword of the crescent moon...

And the wind from the dunes
Is the sword of the crescent moon...

And the wind