A vast heath
Welcoming the first shaft of sunlight
The mighty cliffs
Drown in the orange sea of down

I was called The Eagle
The Eagle of this heath
I was called The Evil
The Evil broken free

Exiled by my own tribe,
Condemned without a cell
My witness be the daystar
Now I'm here to meet my end

Been dragged through such a mire
Got my feathers covered in dirt
Just like their spiteful tongues desired
Was cast to scratch under the death's door

They used to call me The Eagle
The Eagle of this heath
Now they're calling me The Evil
The Evil broken free