You're a spawn of the high cliffs,
slave to the wind and son to the storm.
Born to a life on the free wings,
without chains to hold back your heart.

Sweep through the air
spy for the prey.
Feel your blood pumping
and then speed away.
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Spirit of the hawk
wild and free,
master of the sky.
Creature of the
northwind's seed
flying ever so high.

Beneath a scarlet horizon,
ascending are the feathers of the wild.
Soar on you king of the welkin,
still spying down upon the ground.