Ya hya chouhada.v6

### [Part 1: The Calling / Mystic] **(Style of Music: Deep drone, throat singing, slow ritualistic percussion, female vocalise humming like a thumper)** **(Intro - Whispered, dry as sand, in the rhythm of a thumper)** Shai-Hulud... [CHANT] Ya hya chouhada. (Слава мученикам) The desert is my home. The sand is my blood. We are the Ichwan Bedwine. We are the Fremen. We do not waste water. We do not fear the storm. [Deep inhale, sound of a stillsuit] **(Verse - Female voice, ethereal, echoing)** Beneath the two moons, we walk without rhythm. The Maker sleeps. The sand is still. We carry the water of our fathers in our flesh. Lisan al-Gaib watches from the southern sky... [Sources=[1, 2, 3]] **(Pre-Chorus - Tension building, throat singing starts)** Drink it deep. The spice must flow. The Water of Life... it changes the eye. The blue within blue... We call the storm. We call the Worm. ### [Part 2: Arrival of Shai-Hulud / Epic] **(Style of Music: Explosion of taiko drums, massive brass section, male choir shouting, seismic bass drop)** **(Chorus - Drop everything, massive impact)** [IMPACT] SHAI-HULUD! [EXPLOSION] The Great Maker rises! [CHOIR] MAKER! MAKER! MUAD'DIB! The sand becomes a sea of teeth. Mountains of flesh! Endless jaws! He is the desert, and the desert is him! [Sources=[1]] **(Bridge - Riding the worm, chaotic but heroic)** **(Male vocal, strained, over driving drums)** Hook and line! Steer the rings! Kris blade in the sand! Faster than the wind, we ride the north! The Sardaukar will fall before his wrath! For Liet! For Arrakis! For the waters of our tribe! **(Outro - Decay into mysticism)** **(The drums fade, return to throat singing and tibetan bowls)** Shai-Hulud... Bakka weeps for all humankind. [PAUSE] But we... we have the water. Kwisatz Haderach... the path is open.