"AND THE NAME IS KHAMSIN
Oh send your prayers to me
I'll be your worst enemy
You'll have the taste of sand in your mouth
I built on strong Foundation
Got the right calibration
I come rolling from the South
Your golden thirst remedy
Solution to vanity
I'll make you humble and pious
We reached saturation
Got the wrong motivation
Now you'll finally be righteous
Call on me, call on me, call on me..."