Текст песни Creatures, The -  Simoom   
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Drifting in, carried on dry winds 
From across the Nile, the sirens in exile 
Driven to tell... 
 
Floating on a cloud, your face out of the crowd 
A blinding sun, purging everyone 
Beautiful word, musical and sweet 
Now all you can do is play the punishing beat 
 
How harsh and shrill the word has become 
Twisted and bent -- a hornet`s nest stirred up by the beating stick 
 
Simoom, simoom... increasing speed 
Sucking in dry heat 
Simoom, simoom... you breathe in suffocation 
Relentless simoom, blow and whistle this tune 
Pouring in, filling where once was space 
Where once was light 
Where once was a face 
Driven to tell.