[K. Vanderhoof / R. Munroe]



With banner high they ride to glory, a new beginning to an age-old story

Spreading fear with hateful eyes, then into the night they ride

In the end the same conclusion, a weathered world of disillusion

A war of words, a chain reaction, you can hear the millions cry

They look to the sky with fear in their eyes, they pray to their gods

And they pray to survive, closing their eyes, they dream to ride

On the wings of tomorrow

Beyond this realm of death and darkness, lies the key, someone to save them

To change their ways, to fight the good fight, they're hoping for the day

To the gods they pray for salvation, an angry call from a dying nation

They'll survive, they've seen it before, again their wings will soar

They look to the sky with faith as their guide, changing tomorrow

Before our demise, a rage deep inside, they live to fly

On the wings of tomorrow

They ride into the sky, into the crimson sky

Hoping one day that things will change

The strength of a nation the pride of mankind, we'll always be destined

To the end of time, until that day comes, they will live on,

To ride on the wings of tomorrow