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