Dark things
Wander free
Keepers of the mysteries
Darkest brethren
It falls on thee
To still the breath
Of your enemies
A thousand miles
A thousand seas
I cross them all
Eternally
A thousand eyes
A thousand dreams
I walk among them
Endlessly

On the wings
Of leather and rage
I will rise
In the face
Of their hate
On the wings
Of leather and rage
I will take
All the things
That I crave

Rebel spirits
A call to thee
On this the dawn
Of your destiny
Rebel blood
Strong and free
Will never bow to the heavenly
A thousand miles
A thousand seas
I cross them all
Eternally
A thousand eyes
A thousand dreams
I walk among them
Endlessly

On the wings
Of leather and rage
I will rise
In the face
Of their hate
On the wings
Of leather and rage
I will take
All the things
That I crave