The Thunderbirds Come from the Cedars

The thunderbirds come from their forest of cedars,

The Thunder God roars as they hide the sun's beams;

The winds path I tread with their black wings above me,

Yet fearless am I who have known them in dreams.

The swallows before and the bird-hawks that follow,

They herald the storm and the Thunder Gods might;

Yet brave is my heart when his yellow eye flashes,

And forth at my call comes the Maker of Light.

E tho he the tho!