Solar Wind Riders - Steelwing

We are the chosen, the few and the proud

Escapees of the final apocalypse cloud

We journey through the blackness of the vast empty space

To secure the survival of the New Human Race

And with fire in our eyes

We will storm the heavens high

Though far away it seems

As we cross the cosmic seas

In exile we will be riding the winds

As mankind succumbed to the treacherous rule

Of the blind and the jesters;

the priests and the fools

The wonders of Science, once raised to the skies

Became weapons of God in the hands of the vile

We are the last of the true

We are the first of the new

So with our destiny revealed

We’re running free on wings of steel

Solar wind riders