The eagle soars above the clouds   . . . . .   And I may walk in cities   Where the wolf once had his fill   . . . . .   To turn the old to new   And wipe our eyes of misty years   . . . . .   I chose this place to call my own   The only grace I've ever known   . . . . .   We dream too much and time has flown   Eiledon, I will be there   . . . . .   So let me fill my children's hearts   With heoroes tales and hope it starts   . . . . .   With no vain sighs for moments gone   Eiledon, I will be there   . . . . .   Eiledon, Eiledon, Eiledon, Eiledon   So let us soar up with the eagles   . . . . .   And wake the wolf in every city   And reckoning is drawing near   . . . . .   Eiledon, my dream is there Eiledon   And here is strength for us to find   . . . . .   And wipe our eyes of misty years   And see the future through   . . . . .