Race with the wind The is ending They will win the sun is rising Stories have been told for about the rebel man riding in the lands of unknown No one has ever their furious beings and their secret remains untold Their deeds shall be Their legend will forever They are the Guardians Of Fate As they shouted their last battle cries their destiny was to dead Their future was in one's hands like the prophet of the moon had Those who travelled far away from home, they'll never return those who crossed the seas of hope, they all will burn