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Screaming like an eagle it begins descent

The feathered king of beasts that rule the air

Oh, I think he's come to cause death

Oh, I think he's come to cause death

Talons outstretched, he's smelled horseflesh

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Great and awful things

Gryphons far above

Meant to glide on feathered wings

Man will never be

As it passes, it dismounts the rider

Carries off the steed into the cliffs

Nock an arrow you dare, pull the longbow harder!

It whistles into the flesh of myths

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