I am the whistle of the wind,
I am the whisper of the fiend
I'm here
I am the black hole of the gun
I am the species that is gone
I'm near
I read the stars and breathe the dust
I am the guide you cannot trust
I hear
I am the king of hills and clouds
I am the frozen talk of crowds
No tear
I am the din of falling leaves
Find me among the folk beliefs
Have no fear
Appear