Hot to fight, streets of stone Modern warriors, satellite horses of chrome Taste the wild, lick the wind Like something they never saw before, their jaws dropping to the floor Steel made of soul and sin Rebel born without a care Out of danger Only to fly where evil cares And at night she whispers Fly the wind, never coming back until I touch the midnight sun Fly the wind, never coming back Fly the wind, never coming back until I touch the midnight sun Pain and flesh Loyalty Humble pride Just as far as the eye could see Stories told Too appraising Of battle scars and lonely falls At nights the rain would end Faced the weathered eyes and gypsy smiles Out of danger To lovely ladies and a million miles And at night she whispers Fly the wind, never coming back until I touch the midnight sun Fly the wind, never coming back Fly the wind, on steel made of soul and sin Burn until the night is done All the truths and lies And stories of writers in disguise Only the bravest try Where eagles and angels petrify Fly the wind, never coming back Until I touch the midnight sun Fly the wind, never coming back Until I touch the midnight sun Fly the wind, never coming back Until I touch the midnight sun Fly the wind, never coming back Fly the wind, never coming back Until I touch the midnight sun Fly the wind, never coming back Fly the wind, never coming back Until I touch the midnight sun