• I left the black depths— into the sun—
    From the cave—that I call home—
    Into the bright sky—spreading my wings—
    For this is how I roam.

    I passed over the mountains—
    That is my domain—
    While they wear their white winter capes—
    Waiting in vain.

    I passed over the thriving forest—
    The trees standing tall—
    Their canopy hiding— activity below me—
    Hiding from my call.

    I passed over- bright green plains—
    Which is the land of man—
    Where danger lays— but I must hunt—
    In this once familiar domain.

    Once this wide— open space was all my land—
    Were men now call home—
    But I still must hunt in this dangerous place—
    Where may await my doom.