Verse 1: The Worm Sign Rises, Worm sign, worm sign, trembling in the dunes, A ripple in the sand, where the Maker communes. The desert calls its children, where the deep worm glides. Oh, thumper’s beat, the pulse of fate, The Maker stirs, no time to wait. Worm sign detected, the sands align, The spice must flow, eternal divine. Chorus: The Spice Must Flow The spice must flow, through veins of the land, Liquid sand, liquid sand, in the Maker’s command. Coriolis howls, a storm in the deep, Surrender your water, let the desert keep. The battle for the deep desert rages in the air. The spice must flow, through blood and through pain, In the liquid sand, the Fremen remain. Verse 2: The Coriolis Roars Coriolis storm, a vortex of dread, Scouring the dunes where the spice is bled, A maelstrom of fate in the desert’s dream. Oh, shield wall cracks, the tempest’s might, The stars grow dim in the endless night. Worm sign detected, the deep sands call, The spice must flow, though empires fall. Chorus: The Spice Must Flow The spice must flow, through veins of the land, Liquid sand, liquid sand, in the Maker’s command. Coriolis howls, a storm in the deep, Surrender your water, let the desert keep. The battle for the deep desert rages in the air. The spice must flow, through blood and through pain, In the liquid sand, the Fremen remain. Bridge: Surrender Your Water Surrender your water, to the sands you belong, The desert’s embrace is both cruel and strong. The spice fields shimmer, a wealth untold, The deep desert calls, where the brave ones tread, To fight for the spice where the worms are led. Verse 3: The Battle for the Deep In the deep desert’s heart, where the spice fields bloom, Oh, liquid sand flows, like rivers of time, The spice is the key to the cosmic rhyme. Worm sign detected, the storm’s at the gate, The spice must flow, it will not wait. Final Chorus: The Spice Must Flow The spice must flow, through veins of the land, Liquid sand, liquid sand, in the Maker’s command. Coriolis howls, a storm in the deep, Surrender your water, let the desert keep. The battle for the deep desert rages in the air. The spice must flow, through blood and through pain, In the liquid sand, the Fremen remain. Outro: The Litany Eternal Worm sign fades, but the desert endures, The spice must flow, its call still lures. In the liquid sand, where the Makers glide,
