| You're a spawn of the high cliffs, | |
| slave to the wind and son to the storm. | |
| Born to a life on the free wings, | |
| without chains to hold back your heart. | |
| Sweep through the air | |
| spy for the prey. | |
| Feel your blood pumping | |
| and then speed away. | |
| Spirit of the hawk | |
| wild and free, | |
| master of the sky. | |
| Creature of the | |
| northwind's seed | |
| flying ever so high. (2x) | |
| Beneath a scarlet horizon, | |
| ascending are the feathers of the wild. | |
| Soar on you king of the welkin, | |
| still spying down upon the ground. | |
| Sweep through the air | |
| spy for the prey. | |
| Feel your blood pumping | |
| and then speed away. | |
| Spirit of the hawk | |
| wild and free, | |
| master of the sky. | |
| Creature of the | |
| northwind's seed | |
| flying ever so high. (2x) | |
| Sweep through the air | |
| spy for the prey. | |
| Feel your blood pumping | |
| and then speed away. | |
| Spirit of the hawk | |
| wild and free, | |
| master of the sky. | |
| Creature of the | |
| northwind's seed | |
| flying ever so high. (2x) |