The cloud of Abyss
It was a perfect day cobalt sky and azure, glittering sea
When a stygian cloud came from the east the Lord of Wars
Had spat phlegm spraying us with horror

Inside this monstrosity body parts, headless bodies were
Flying by the noise was unearthly and my little dog
Sought shelter under my coat bought in Hamburg.

When the cloud had passed, I saw a landscape
Devastated as Ypres in the Great War when then as
Know millions of people had died for nothing.

My dog was limp and had stopped breathing I blew
Life back into it and in the terrible noise of the sky
We heard nothing, not even the stillness.

The master of wars was paying us a visit, the peace
We had enjoyed had lasted too long it was time for
Bloodletting, the revenge of the sand dwellers