Текст песни The Creatures - Simoon

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 world has become
Twisted and bent
A hornets nest stirred up by the beating stick
Simoon simoon increasing speed sucking in dry heat
Simoon simoon you breathe in suffocation
Relentless simoon blow and whistle this tune
Pouring in filling where once was space
Where once was light
Where once was face
Driven to tell