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Atop the sacred mountain
There bangs a mighty iron bell in a ruined
temple hall
And only one remembers;
The ancient monk who holds the hammer high
And lets hammer fall

Can you hear the sound ring out,
calling for an answer?

The call of the hawk!
Feel the wind arise
Let's take our chances
When the wild hawk flies
It's time to join the fight
Down from the sky

The sound rolls down the mountain
Into a kingdom cursed with fear and woe
To a people losing hope
And on the far horizon, they see a scoring
figure rise
And the hawk lets out a cry!

Can you hear the sound ring out?
The time has come to answer

The call of the hawk!
Feel the wind arise
Let's take our chances
When the wild hawk flies
It's time to join the fight
Down from the sky

Wings of grey and golden eyes
There's blood on the feathers of the master of
the skies

Can you hear the sound ring out?
The time has come to answer

The call of the hawk!
Feel the wind arise
Let's take our chances
When the wild hawk flies
Lift up your eyes
The call of the hawk!
Feel the wind arise
Let's take our chances
When the wild hawk flies
The time has come to strike
Down from the sky

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