You flew over dunes with your highborn flame, Called me savage, called me tame. But I was sandlong gone before you knew my name, Diggin' trenches where you played your war games. šļø [Pre-Chorus ā Boiling over] You spit your fire, tried to brand my soulā But desert hearts donāt burn, they fold to coal. š„ [Chorus ā Explosive and defiant] Up yours, Dragons of Arrakis! You never knew the real Fremen in me! Up yours, flame-born fanatics! I ride in silence, where your pride canāt see! Iām sandstorm-bred, worm-fed and freeā No crown, no leash, no prophecy. š§± [Verse 2 ā Louder, rising tension] I carved my path with a crysknife grin, While you knelt to thrones wrapped in spice and sin. You watched the skiesāI watched the soil. You chased gloryāI chased spoil. šŖļø [Pre-Chorus ā Barking grit] You took the surface. I took the deep. You bought the legend. I didnāt sleep. š§Ø [Chorus ā Screamed, gang vocal backing] Up yours, Dragons of Arrakis! You never saw the scars beneath my skin! Up yours, you sand-slick bastards! I bled the desert just to win! No robes, no spice, no chosen fateā Just Fremen fire, raw and late. š«§ [Bridge ā Echoing defiance, whispered then shouted] (Whispered) I was never your heroā¦ never your toolā¦ Iām the silence between your rules. (Shouted) I am the desert. I am the scream. You are the dream. I am the knife between. š [Final Chorus ā Full-band chaos] Up yours, Dragons of Arrakis! Your wings can't ride where my soulās been burned! Up yours, flame-made monarchs! Iām the sand your fire never learned! I was born from what you fear the mostā A Fremen ghost. A Fremen ghost!
