Black leather gloves on soft thin hands. 
Red Celtic knives, sharp as your touch. [CHORUS:] 
HUNTING EA
GLE PROUDL
Y LAND ON 
THIS ISLAN
D THAT'S M
Y HEART. Twin 
Mirrors blue. 
Cold lakes consealing 
Fire. Red coral hair. 
A dazzling ruby dome [CHORUS:] 
HUNTING EA
GLE PROUDL
Y LAND ON 
THIS ISLAN
D THAT'S M
Y HEART. E
LEGANCE CO
MBINED WIT
H GRACE DR
ESSED YOUR 
MARBLE SMI
LING FACE. [SOLO:CHRIS]