Scorpion King of Deserts

[Intro]
Sand in my teeth
Heat in my lungs
Footprints melt
Under a bleeding sun
[Verse 1]
I crawl from the dune
Dust on my crown
Old gold rings
On a cracked black tongue
Venom in my name
Tribe in my veins
I don’t bow down
I make fate run
[Chorus]
I’m Scorpion
King of deserts (say my name)
Hard heart
Cold in the center (yeah)
Unchained mind
I’m the king of the untrained
Storm in my chest
I’m the king of the untrained
I’m Scorpion
Crown made of flame
I don’t fear fire
I was born from the blaze
[Verse 2]
Eyes like knives
Cut through the mirage
Each scar’s a map
Written in war
I dance with the dust
Laugh at the gods
Every dry bone
Knows who I am
[Chorus]
I’m Scorpion
King of deserts (hear the call)
Hard heart
Cold in the center
Unchained mind
I’m the king of the untrained
Storm in my chest
I’m the king of the untrained
I’m Scorpion
Crown made of flame
I don’t fear fire
I was born from the blaze
[Bridge]
Echo on the rocks
My shadow gets tall
You can run to the edge
Still I own it all
Bite of the midnight
Sting of the dawn
When the sand starts to sing
You know who you’re on (uh)
[Chorus]
I’m Scorpion
King of deserts (say my name)
Hard heart
Cold in the center
Unchained mind
I’m the king of the untrained
Storm in my chest
I’m the king of the untrained
I’m Scorpion
Crown made of flame
I don’t fear fire
I was born from the blaze

Arabic-infused peak-hour techno: deep sub bass, glitched percussion, distorted male vocals soaked in long echoes. Driving 4-on-the-floor with hand-played darabuka, daf, riqq locking into a hypnotic groove. Kamanche and kanun trace microtonal lines between verses; zurna stabs ignite the hook. Hard, gritty vocal delivery with occasional pitched-down doubles; piano hits appear as stark, dramatic stabs in the breakdown, then fold back into the swirl of effects and glitchy risers., deep, techno