

Beneath the dunes we wait in shadows deep
(we wait) While the surface world is fast asleep
Our blades of iron,
cold and sharp as glass
Ready to strike, as silent shadows pass
Rise from the shifting desert sand
Silent killers of the barren land
Hidden in the storm we make our stand (we rise) (hu-ha)
No tracks left in
the blowing dust
We carry out the iron trust
A strike so swift you'll never see the hand Just another bone
lost in the sand
Rise from the shifting desert sand Silent killers of the barren land
Hidden in the storm we make our stand (we rise) (hu-ha) (shhh)