since I have spread my wings to purpose high,
spurning the earth and soaring to the sky
the more beneath my feet the clouds I see,
the more I give the winds my pinions free
across the air, I hear my heart's voice cry,
where dost thou bear me reckless one? descend!
with might the clouds, and be content to die,
if he, such glorious death for us, intend
Exitus
Crusades
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