Behold, the Eagle soars above you!
What shall you do, oh you fools who have angered the prince of the skies?
Weep and mourn, oh pitiful fools, for he comes upon you like a blinding
storm,
Soaring high above the clouds with lethal beauty and grace.
None can withstand his wrath,
His vengeance comes like a torrent from the bowels of hell.
Hear his name and tremble, for you know there is naught that can be done to
stop him.
Oh hail the prince of the skies,
Whose victory and triumph is sweeter than the choicest of wine,
Whose bold and daring are matched by no man,
Whose skill cannot be duplicated.
Hail the Prince of the Skies, for behold, the Eagle soars above you.
What shall you do, oh you fools who have angered the prince of the skies?
Weep and mourn, oh pitiful fools, for he comes upon you like a blinding
storm,
Soaring high above the clouds with lethal beauty and grace.
None can withstand his wrath,
His vengeance comes like a torrent from the bowels of hell.
Hear his name and tremble, for you know there is naught that can be done to
stop him.
Oh hail the prince of the skies,
Whose victory and triumph is sweeter than the choicest of wine,
Whose bold and daring are matched by no man,
Whose skill cannot be duplicated.
Hail the Prince of the Skies, for behold, the Eagle soars above you.