Fly, fly high my black eagle,
Let the golden tread bind your eyes,
May our mind and heart, blood unite
On your wing carry me over the abyss,
Beyond the reason and across the burning seas,
Then, with your claw, tear the earth
And usher me into the secrets of her bowels
Down to the light of the new begining
And the earth, with shimmers,
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 with your beak
And remove all the god from my way
And thoughts and sorrows
And let me trespass the barriers of fear
Scream, and let the whole cosmos tremble
May echoes become my
The sweetest mantra
Spirit of freedom, eternal wanderer
Joyful solitude,
Higher and higher
Toward the stars of awardness
Let word of imagination
And fact become one
When i am you
And you are me
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