Song Of The Fremen

Words & Music: Chris Malme

Inspired by "Dune" by Frank Herbert

We are the people, the chosen ones,
Destined to rule, the legend says
Our leader will come, a stranger to this land
But one who will know our lives and ways

He flees from the city, a fugitive
A man with a price upon his head
He kills with a knife then risks his life
To give water to the dead

       In the desert, it is the teaching,
       The worm will claim its own,
       Body weak is flesh for taking,
       The worm will claim its own
       The worm will claim its own

We christen him Usul, but bid him choose
A name which to strangers may be told
He looks to the moon high above the dune
And chooses a name of legend old

       In the desert, it is the teaching,
       The worm will claim its own,
       One mistake your bones lie bleaching,
       The worm will claim its own
       The worm will claim its own

              He takes the spice, and lives though no man has before,
              He has the Voice, he has the Witching way of lore,
              His name it rings, as if the very rocks have heard,
              He is the one,
              He is the word!

We are the people, the chosen ones,
Our destiny we've always known,
The time it has come, to reach out for the stars,
Time for the worm to claim its own

Copyright © 1990 Filklore Music

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