Spirit Of The Hawk - Falconer

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

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