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It reminds me extremely of an Alfred, Lord Tennyson poem entitled, oddly enough, 'The Eagle'... :
He clasps the crag with crooked hands; Close to the sun in lonely lands, Ring’d with the azure world, he stands.
The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls; He watches from his mountain walls, And like a thunderbolt he falls.
Sounds like this hardcore metal band (or the, ahem, female songwriter) has an affinity for traditional, versed poetry.
It reminds me extremely of an Alfred, Lord Tennyson poem entitled, oddly enough, 'The Eagle'... :
He clasps the crag with crooked hands; Close to the sun in lonely lands, Ring’d with the azure world, he stands.
The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls; He watches from his mountain walls, And like a thunderbolt he falls.
Sounds like this hardcore metal band (or the, ahem, female songwriter) has an affinity for traditional, versed poetry.