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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