Where spice is the blood and the worms never sleep. From dunes to the heavens, our destiny’s sworn, In the heart of the storm, Desert Power is born! [Verse 2] Spice harvester inbound, its engines roar through haze, A titan forged of steel and greed, it hunts through endless days. A Coriolis storm will be in the sector shortly, skies ablaze, The tempest screams of ancient wrath, a reckoning’s sharp gaze. Worm sign detected, the sands begin to quake, The Shai-Hulud, the maker’s call, no mortal can forsake. They work for Dick Jones, shadow hands that pull the strings, Yet the desert laughs at puppet kings and what their power brings. [Bridge] Call one eight hundred spice worth, the signal cuts the air, A cry for those who dare to seize what empires cannot bear. The melange whispers secrets old, of galaxies and schemes, In every grain, a universe, in every dune, a dream. The Sietch holds the truth of life, where water’s worth is gold, The Fremen bind their souls to sand, their prophecies unfold. Through Arrakis’ heart, the spice ascends, a current none can tame, Desert power is the spark that sets the cosmos all aflame. [Chorus] Desert power, the pulse of Arrakis, the tide of the deep, Where spice is the blood and the worms never sleep. From dunes to the heavens, our destiny’s sworn, In the heart of the storm, Desert Power is born! [Verse 3] The Kwisatz Haderach, a shadow cast by stars, His eyes pierce through the veils of time, his will defies the scars. He rides the worm, he breaks the chain, he claims the desert’s crown, In his gaze, the universe kneels, as empires tumble down. The spice is more than wealth or might, it’s vision, life, and lore, A bridge to gods, a path to truth, a key to evermore. The desert power flows through veins of those who dare to see, A force unbound, a sacred fire, the will to set worlds free. [Outro] Desert power, the hymn of the dunes, the call of the vast, Where spice is the future and echoes the past. Through storms and the worm sign, our legend is worn, In the heart of the sands, Desert Power is born! [Coda] Spice harvester inbound, the cycle spins anew, A Coriolis storm will rise, as worm sign breaks the view. They work for Dick Jones, but the desert holds the key, Call one eight hundred spice worth—and claim eternity!
