Like a whirlwind of neon through empty streets
The crusader forever races
A message he brings to the chosen one
On the wings of a fire-spitting dragon
Remember his name you'll hear it again
As the clouds of the tempest gather
From the skies he'll return with the speed of light
And the sword of vengeance higher
See the calm before the storm
Sleeping visions come to life again
Nation by nation he'll conquer the world
From the arctic cold to the tropical night
Far and wide goes the glourious journey