The eagle soared above the clouds

The deer run in the hills

And I may walk in cities

Where the wolf once had his fill

Here is strength for us to find

To turn the old to new

And wipe our eyes of misty years

And see the future through.



I choose this place to call my own

The only grace I've ever known

I never tire of legends grown

We dream too much and time has flown.



Eiledon, I will be there.



Eiledon, my dream is there.



So let me fill my children's hearts

With heroes tales and hope it starts

A fire in them so deeds are done

With no vain sighs for moments gone.



So let me soar up with the eagles

In wild country among the deer

And wake the wolf in every city

And reckoning is drawing near