The labors of the blind eagle

I see the eagle struggle
With serpent in it's talon
It battles it's way against the bird
Slowly it takes it's fatal hold

Scales of a greater mind
Slowly they take their toll
Just once more wouldn't hurt
Nobody would have to know

I see the scorpion cry
In silent streets of steel
Looked down upon by the mechanisan
An armor his venom could not pierce

why must he carry this burden
an expired venom
Just once more wouldn't hurt
Nobody would have to know

I see the spider's girth erupt
Hundreds of young bellow forth
A wave of black consumes the steel
A wave of black obstructs the gears

I see the tower of flies
Rising from great fissures in the earth
A wave of black consumes the skies
Never again will the eagle fly