Fly, fly high my black eagle, Let the golden tread bind your eyes, May our mind and heart, blood unite On your wing carry me over the abyss, Beyond the reason and across the burning seas, Then, with your claw, tear the earth And usher me into the secrets of her bowels Down to the light of the new begining And the earth, with shimmers, Circle round and round my black eagle, Let our senses be touched by ultimate pleasure May the passion of hunting become all devouring Slash, slash with your beak And remove all the god from my way And thoughts and sorrows And let me trespass the barriers of fear Scream, and let the whole cosmos tremble May echoes become my The sweetest mantra Spirit of freedom, eternal wanderer Joyful solitude, Higher and higher Toward the stars of awardness Let word of imagination And fact become one When i am you And you are me