(music: spiros)
Black leather gloves
On soft thin hands.
Red Celtic knives,
Sharp as your touch.
Chorus:
Hunting eagle proudly land
On this island that's my heart.
Twin Mirrors blue.
Cold lakes consealing Fire.
Red coral hair.
A dazzling ruby dome
Chorus:
Hunting eagle proudly land
On this island that's my heart.
Elegance combined with grace
Dressed your marble smiling face.
(Solo: chris)
