Eagle Strike
The mountains are covered by violet mist
No one knows they even exist
Yet the legend will persist
In old ballads reminisced
As mountains are high golden eagle flies above
He is pure power but also pure love
With talons that can pierce steel glove
And mouth that can shout a high octave
Beyond a mist bridge appears formed by nonlinear soul
The eagles’ force it will extol
Eagle strike lifts the soul
And great power becomes permaximum of all
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