Tleilaxu (The Unborn Child)

Nature had taken the face of fear

Terror is painted around

Whispers and screams of pain

Are hovering in the night

The high priests are preparing

This sacrifice must be done

Full moon is approaching

Red virgin blood will be spilled

You are preparing for the great moment

The unborn child is coming

With the hordes of evil

With absolute hate and obscure eyes

You're a faithful servant

He's the chosen one

The silence cry drives you mad

The whispers are drilling your mind

The mystic gathering from the faithful priests

Waiting for the secret day

It aint going to be late

Ruins and destruction turn around

Your tears are rolling on the black cloak

The great celebration is beginning

Look the skies and the clouds

(the unborn child is coming)

Look the signs of times...