Across the shadowed Plain

the holy warrior rides

For his king, for the land, for the prize

 

On towards a dying sun

twilight echoes his call

To face the evil that rides on the night

And underneath a crimson sky

He rides, to a new day

Never knowing just whats to become

As darkness falls he hears her voice

echo on the silent wind

As the shadows ride

upon the desert wind

You will feel from above

whats to be done

seek for justice, seek for truth, seek for me