Fly, (fly) high my Black Eagle let golden thread bind our eyes On your wings carry me over the abyss beyond the reason and across the burning seas And usher me into the secrets ov her bowels Down to the light ov the beginning
Circle! Round and round my Black Eagle Let our senses be touched by ultimate pleasure May the passion of hunting become all - devouring
Slash (slash) slash with your beak Remove all gods from my way And thoughts, and sorrows And let me trespass the barriers ov fear Scream! Let the whole cosmos tremble
Spirit ov Freedom! Eternal Wanderer! Towards the stars ov Awareness Let worlds ov imagination