As the sun breaks above the ground, an old man stands on the hill. As the ground warms to the first rays of light, a burnt sun shatters the steel. His eyes are ablaze, see the madman in his gaze. Fly on your wing like an eagle, fly as high as the sun. On your wing like an eagle, fly, touch the sun. Now the crowd breaks and a young boy appears, looks the old man in the eye. As he spreads his wings and shouts at the crowd, in the name of God my father I'll fly. His eyes seem so glazed as he flies on the wings of a dream. Now he knows his father betrayed, now his wings turn to ashes, to ashes he's brave. Fly on your wing like an eagle, fly as high as the sun. On your wing like an eagle, fly, touch the sun. Yeah! Fly on your wing like an eagle, fly as high as the sun. On your wing like an eagle, fly as high as the sun. On your wing like an eagle, fly, touch the sun. On your wing like an eagle, fly. Fly as high as the sun.