the moons glare upon the sands of the tombs
the wind roars across the desert dunes
a ripple appears in a still oasis
sand shifts under the shaking earth
the moon shines upon their resplendent forms
steel and stone, rock and bone
jaws of the jackel
claws of the desert lion
The earth quakes in terror
Quatar marches to war
the constructs march to war
and under their iron tread, none can stand victorious