Big Country. The Seer. Eiledon. Zeneszám

The eagle soars above the clouds
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And I may walk in cities
Where the wolf once had his fill
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To turn the old to new
And wipe our eyes of misty years
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I chose this place to call my own
The only grace I've ever known
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We dream too much and time has flown
Eiledon, I will be there
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So let me fill my children's hearts
With heoroes tales and hope it starts
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With no vain sighs for moments gone

Eiledon, I will be there
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Eiledon, Eiledon, Eiledon, Eiledon
So let us soar up with the eagles
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And wake the wolf in every city
And reckoning is drawing near
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Eiledon, my dream is there Eiledon
And here is strength for us to find
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And wipe our eyes of misty years
And see the future through
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