Текст песни Calling Card - Avem

As the wind whispers through the grasp of the last dewy boughs
The prey becomes visible in the moonlight
How wrong it seemed to be free
Untethered to the safety of the shadows, clear as doom itself

Get back, I'm flying over you
Cause that's my calling card

That fleeting moment of uncertainty grazed my back
As wing feathers tensed in anticipation of glory
Within a blink I was off, gullet agape and claws outstretched
Prepared for the final strike