Condor

Let the spirit fly, condor soars highest of all high.
Soaring high above, where the air is soft and the wind blows a steady flow. No antagonist can hold him down, Reaching for the
crown, kinggod of his domain. Unhindered, free to rise, let loose his earthly roots. Set off to the higher plains, join the ranks
devine. Exploring natures realms farseer, the eyes of the visionary can oversee. Swaying fields of tomorrow becoming the earth,
the sky, the sea.