His eyes are ablaze, See the madman in his gaze.

Fly, on your way, like an eagle, Fly as high as the sun, On your way, 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 his grave.

Fly, on your way, like an eagle, Fly as high as the sun,

On your way, like an eagle, Fly touch the sun

-Iron Maiden