The Lego Dune

Mouth full of sand. Throat like sandpaper. Grinding for dust to feed some fat bastard. Harvesters chewing dirt, snapping the treads. Sun beating down like a sledgehammer. Eyes turned blue... strung out on the spice. Are we just Maker bait out here or what? Get up! Ground shaking under the boots. It's crawling. Feel that hum? Shields off! Run for your lives! Swallowed by the sand! Gears shredded to hell, coughing up blood and spice! Swallowed by the sand! Just dead meat on this dead rock! Praise the Maker. Let's tear their empire down! Draining water from the stiffs. Sharpening crysknives in the damn dark. While the Emperor warms his ass on the throne, and his guards lick his boots clean. Think you own this dirt? Wait for the storm. Driving hooks into the scales. Long live the fighters... Ground shaking under the boots. It's crawling. Feel that hum? Shields off! Torch the harvester! Swallowed by the sand! Gears shredded to hell, coughing up blood and spice! Swallowed by the sand! Just dead meat on this dead rock! Praise the Maker. Let's tear their empire down! RIDE. THE. BEAST. SMASH! THEIR! SPICE! Drown 'em all in the damn storm! Watch the Harkonnens choke! Swallowed by the sand! Gears shredded to hell, coughing up blood and spice! Swallowed by the sand! Just dead meat on this dead rock! Praise the Maker... The desert takes it all. Dune is ours...