Dune - The spice must flow!

A boy in the grit he learns the price of breath In a house of knives he keeps his face like glass The spice in the air turns fear into a sign and every step he takes is older than his name! I see the sleeper in the stillsuit seam! I hear the future under every footfall! The crysknife glints in the heat-hazed dream! And the desert takes what it’s owed from all! The spice must flow! The spice must flow! In the desert all things bend to the flow! The spice must flow! The spice must flow! On Arrakis even faith kneels to the flow! She speaks in tests with a voice like ice and wire. Muad’Dib in the dunes not crowned but becoming A world that drinks the dead eyes gone blue with the desert’s claim and power wears the skin of what it claims to save! Not a throne! Not a triumph! Only the turning, the terrible mercy of seeing too far! The clans all burning toward a future... That scars like a star! The spice must flow! The spice must flow! In the desert all things bend to the flow! The spice must flow! The spice must flow! On Arrakis even faith kneels to the flow! A world that drinks the dead. The terrible mercy. The spice... must flow. Muad'Dib.