The moon shines down, upon a wind swept plain
The jackals cry, questioning the sane
The heat drives hard, the thought of every breath
A single rider, rides hard to his death
There was a time, when man was meant to see
The life in front of him, and what that man could be
A threat of war, did make this man blind
Took away his vision, his people, and his kind

Oh….a devil wind is blowing hard
Hear the death cries from afar
Oh…count the hours till they last
The devil wind strikes hard and fast

The sun is torture, for the hated ones
The heat reflected from their evil, evil guns
The lonely rider, on his endless course
He whips and lashes, at his demon horse

No time for respite, in the end of days
There is a price on those, it must be paid
No seasons change, but it’s drawing near
The smell of death, and a constant fear

Oh…a devil wind is blowing hard
Hear the death cries from afar
Count the hours till they last
The devil wind strikes hard and fast….oh

The moon has fallen, beyond the wind swept plain
The jackals cry, echoes now in vain
The heat drives hard, the thought of every breath
And a single rider, rides the lonely path

Oh…a devil wind is blowing hard
Hear the death cries from afar
Count the hours till they last
The devil wind strikes hard and fast