[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