Upon the winds of chaos
Comes the transgressions of the cravens
Cradled within the hands of the deceiver

Impelled by the Horsemen of Four
Upon the silence of innocence
An for a moment God cried

Beyond the Gate, Angels call forth
The names of souls passing
Written in time by God's own hand
Yet from the embrace of death,
Comes rebirth, hope eternal

The Eagle blinked but did not fall
An comes forth a message to all

The Eagle Soars

My Country Tis of Thee, Sweet Land of Liberty   GOD shed your Grace on Thee