Verse 1: Beneath the blood-red suns, the dunes arise, Quicksand devours dreams where the lost ones lie. The desert's pulse, a hunger deep below, The spice must flow, the spice must flow. Shai-Hulud, the watcher, carves the way, Its coils of wrath churn night into day. In Arrakis’ heart, where shadows never fade, We kneel to the dunes, where empires are made. Chorus: The spice must flow, the desert commands, Our lives are but dust in Shai-Hulud’s hands. Through endless dunes, where the lost ones crawl, All hail the Great Worm, we rise or we fall! Verse 2: The Fremen chant in caverns cold and deep, Their stillsuits hum where the dead never sleep. The spice is life, the currency of pain, Its saffron veins feed the tyrant’s reign. The Sardaukar march, their blades stained red, The Houses feast while the desert lies dead. Yet Shai-Hulud stirs, its hunger unbound, The dunes will devour what the greedy have found. Chorus: The spice must flow, the desert commands, Our lives are but dust in Shai-Hulud’s hands. Through endless dunes, where the lost ones crawl, All hail the Great Worm, we rise or we fall! Bridge: O Great Shai-Hulud, devourer of time, Your scales are the law, your will is sublime. The spice is your blood, the dunes are your throne, We offer our souls, for we’re never alone. The sietch burns low, the crysknife is drawn, The winds of Arrakis sing a merciless song. In the crucible sands, where the weak are undone, The spice must flow ‘til the stars are gone. Chorus: The spice must flow, the desert commands, Our lives are but dust in Shai-Hulud’s hands. Through endless dunes, where the lost ones crawl, All hail the Great Worm, we rise or we fall! Outro: In the shadow of dunes, where the spice winds blow, We chant to the void where the sand rivers flow. Shai-Hulud eternal, your judgment is near, The spice must flow, through our blood and our fear.
