The morning-star, the giver of light Watching over the eagle Full of anger, as the eagle struggles To defend its terra firma Hovering with its fragile wings Frail, but full of zeal Without the light visible shadowless The eagle found himself Full of anger, as the eagle struggles Once again lost in the dark Fighting to stay afloat Clouds high above his head Mouth of the earth, seeking to devour him Beyond canyons and mountains Blown away in an unexpected gust of wind Threatened to tear him off the sky Threatened to tear him off the sky His wings ripped from his back In the madness of the storm Toward the depths of the ocean Toward the depths of the ocean Mouth of the earth, seeking to devour him His wings ripped from his back In the madness of the storm Toward the depths of the ocean Mouth of the earth, seeking to devour him Behold, the bloodthirsty plunderers laid Lurking for the lost eagle Their hunger resounded In the deepest reaches of his consciousness Prodding, revolving and turning Exhaustion creeping in like a black mist A vanquisher in front of us A bright spot on the horizon A crack of lightning lit up the sky in triumph Hidden between a gloomy sky