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 wings