Seven Winds of Sekhmet

Cover your heads
No one escapes my hell
On all you know

Seven winds I send
For mistakes of men
So hold yours close

Cover your heads
No one escapes my hell
On all you know

Mother has wept
Seven plagues
To come down slow

Seven hells
I ripen in flames
At your doors

The sent eye sends
Seven thieves
To strip your homes

Seven suns to blast the walls
And shatter the remains
Of the trash that you praise

It’s nighttime for your industry
Your silence surrounds me
Say goodbye

God sends me
It’s my time and my love
And I’ve come for your men

Seven winds I send
For mistakes of men
Cover your heads

Cry for your sons
Eating the wind
I sound out the end