The Last Soar As The Feathers Fall

The morning-star, the giver of light
Watching over the eagle
Full of anger, as the eagle struggles
To defend its terra firma
Hovering with its fragile wings
Frail, but of zeal.

Without the light visible shadowless
The eagle found himself
Full of anger, as the eagle struggles
Once again lost in the dark
Fighting to stay afloat
Clouds high above his head
Mouth of the earth, seeking to devour him.

Beyond canyons and mountains
Blown away in a unexpected gust of wind
Threatened to tear him off the sky.

Threatened to tear him off the sky...

His wings ripped from his back
In the madness of the storm
Toward the depths of the ocean...

Toward the depths of the ocean
Mouth of the earth, seeking to devour him...

His wings ripped from his back
In the madness of the storm
Toward the depths of the ocean...

Mouth of the earth, seeking to devour him...

Behold, the bloodthirsty plunderers laid
Lurking for the lost eagle...

Their hunger resounded
In the deepest reaches of his consciousness.

Prodding, revolving and turning
Exhaustion creeping in like a black mist.

A vanquisher in front of us
A bright spot on the horizon
A crack of lightning lit up the sky in triumph
Hidden between a gloomy sky.