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 sword and sin Rebel born without a care, By the day he deserves, Only to fly where eagles care, And at night she whispers Ride the wind, Never coming back until I touch the midnight sun Painted flesh, Loyalty, Humble pride, Just as far as the eye could see The story's told to a great deal, Of battle scars and lonely falls, And nights the rain would end Taste the weathered eyes and gypsy smiles, By the day he deserves, Lovely ladies at a million miles, And at night she whispers Ride the wind, Never coming back until I touch the midnight sun Ride the wind, On steel made of sword and sin, Burn until the night is done Ride the wind All the truths and lies, And stories of riders in disguise, Only the bravest try, Where eagles and angels dare to fly Ride the wind, Never coming back until I touch the midnight sun Ride the wind, Never coming back until I touch the midnight sun