Smells Like Spice Melange

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Load up on spice, bring your crysknives

It’s fun to ride worms in the night

Our messiah, should be self-assured

Oh no, I know a Bene Gesserit word

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Muad’Dib, Muad’Dib, Muad’Dib, how low

Muad’Dib, Muad’Dib, Muad’Dib, how low

Muad’Dib, Muad’Dib, Muad’Dib, how low

Muad’Dib, Muad’Dib, Muad’Dib.

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With the shields up, it’s less dangerous

Here we are now, will you lead us?

I feel spice drunk, and Jihad-ious

Here we are now, will you lead us?

A Sardaukar, a Navigator

An Atreides, my God Emperor, yeah

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