In vast deserts, where the sun burns bright, Ancient secrets, guarded by plight. Dunes rise high, like sand sentinels, Where the messiah's prophecy whispers in the swells. Beneath the stars, veiled shadows tread, Seeking wisdom, leaving no word unsaid. Caravan trails twist like serpents in flight, Guided by the moon, in the absence of light. Scarves dance in the air, as chants rise, A symphony of souls in the endless skies. Paths illuminated by whispers of fate Wind's serenade, heartbeats accelerate Arriving at an oasis surreal and divine Where the water reflects a past time Echoes collide, ancient spirits collide, In the heart of the storm, where shadows divide. The rhythm of the sand, drumbeats align, With each note, the universe intertwines. Scarves dance in the air, as chants rise, A symphony of souls in the endless skies. Scarves dance in the air, as chants rise, A symphony of souls in the endless skies. In the heart of the desert's embrace Echoes of the ancients quicken the pace Metal and melody, like a tempest unfurl Voices entwine, a mysterious swirl In the dance of flames, mystics call Their voices rise, a haunting trial Riding crescents on the storm's command With every beat, lost souls expand Through realms unseen, where shadows merge, A dance of destiny on the horizon's verge. The echoes of time, both ancient and new, A tapestry woven in every hue. The whispers loud, as crescendos swell, In moonlit silence, they cast their spell. A storm of voices, fierce and grand, In the heart of the desert, they boldly stand. In the heart of the desert's embrace Echoes of the ancients quicken the pace Metal and melody, like a tempest unfurl Voices entwine, a mysterious swirl