Eiledon

The eagle soars above the clouds . . . . . And I may walk in cities Where the wolf once had his fill . . . . . To turn the old to new And wipe our eyes of misty years . . . . . I chose this place to call my own The only grace I've ever known . . . . . We dream too much and time has flown Eiledon, I will be there . . . . . So let me fill my children's hearts With heoroes tales and hope it starts . . . . . With no vain sighs for moments gone Eiledon, I will be there . . . . . Eiledon, Eiledon, Eiledon, Eiledon So let us soar up with the eagles . . . . . And wake the wolf in every city And reckoning is drawing near . . . . . Eiledon, my dream is there Eiledon And here is strength for us to find . . . . . And wipe our eyes of misty years And see the future through . . . . .