Fremen in land all around us,
Hidden beneath the sand
In the rocks our fathers carved out
For us in this deadly land—
The sietch is harbor and haven,
Refuge from the giant worm
They raised their weapons defiant
Make all the Harkonnen squirm
And we cross the desert singing:
Shai Halud, Shai Halud, Shai Halud!
Hills and vales and mountains ringing:
Shai Halud, Shai Halud, Shai Halud!
Holding aloft our weapons,
We ride on the worm that is good
O we are the noble riders
Shai Halud, Shai Halud, Shai Halud!
We'll capture the spice excavators
And drumming, the worms will bring
And all the boasting Sardaukar
Into the worms we'll fling
For the Arrakis they gave us,
Full of sand and the golden spice
Is a weapon ever blasting
For fear and war and strife.
And we cross the desert singing:
Shai Halud, Shai Halud, Shai Halud!
Hills and vales and mountains ringing:
Shai Halud, Shai Halud, Shai Halud!
Holding aloft our weapons,
We ride on the worm that is good
O we are the noble riders
Shai Halud, Shai Halud, Shai Halud!