In the realm of the eagle’s majesty,
Where wings brush the sky,
The silent sentinel soars,
Over mountains high.

Eyes sharp as the morning sun,
Survey the land below,
Every movement, every shadow,
In the wind’s gentle flow.

The horizon beckons far and wide,
An endless journey’s call,
Through clouds and azure skies,
To the edge of the world, it sprawls.

With grace and strength unmatched,
The eagle claims its throne,
A symbol of freedom and power,
In skies, its spirit is known.