A gentle rustling assents to gusts of fury south and west Foretelling of the nearing guest of rapture and of doom forlorn
Behold the streams, the undesired Beneath the shadow of his wings Descending in his silent power Majestic being the tempest brings
The desert sands may bury deep Enigmas that were once to keep But true to legend past engraved Continueth the search for prey
Behold the streams, the undesired Beneath the shadow of his wings Descending in his silent power As guard, as executioner
As dew bites dust to bitter end And ivy breathes its deadly breath The roving minstrel, troubadour Intones his eastern song of yore
Behold the streams, the undesired Beneath the shadow of his wings Descending in his silent power A grinning child in wretchedness
An aria of howling pain An ode to torment and distress A grip that holds beyond demise An empty stillness in his eye
From whirling sands and heightened sun To heightened moon and gusts of wind As guard, as executioner Beneath the shadow of his wingsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
