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