作词 : Reale, Van Stavern | |
A streak of lightning is shooting through the air | |
Electric sun lights the sky | |
His face is frightening, so evil one's beware | |
Men of disaster hear his cry | |
And now at last we know he's real | |
The power of his sword we feel | |
Thundersteel | |
Thundersteel | |
The earth it rumbles death is in the air | |
The city crumbles death is everywhere | |
And from the burning sky we see the soldier fly | |
He mounts his horse of steel and now he rides | |
And now at last we know he's real | |
The power of his word we feel | |
Thundersteel | |
Thundersteel | |
A streak of | |
Lightning is shooting through the air | |
Electric sun lights the sky | |
His face is frightening, so evil one's beware | |
Men of disaster hear his cry | |
And now at last we know he's real | |
The power of his sword we feel | |
Thundersteel | |
Thundersteel | |
Thundersteel |
zuo ci : Reale, Van Stavern | |
A streak of lightning is shooting through the air | |
Electric sun lights the sky | |
His face is frightening, so evil one' s beware | |
Men of disaster hear his cry | |
And now at last we know he' s real | |
The power of his sword we feel | |
Thundersteel | |
Thundersteel | |
The earth it rumbles death is in the air | |
The city crumbles death is everywhere | |
And from the burning sky we see the soldier fly | |
He mounts his horse of steel and now he rides | |
And now at last we know he' s real | |
The power of his word we feel | |
Thundersteel | |
Thundersteel | |
A streak of | |
Lightning is shooting through the air | |
Electric sun lights the sky | |
His face is frightening, so evil one' s beware | |
Men of disaster hear his cry | |
And now at last we know he' s real | |
The power of his sword we feel | |
Thundersteel | |
Thundersteel | |
Thundersteel |
zuò cí : Reale, Van Stavern | |
A streak of lightning is shooting through the air | |
Electric sun lights the sky | |
His face is frightening, so evil one' s beware | |
Men of disaster hear his cry | |
And now at last we know he' s real | |
The power of his sword we feel | |
Thundersteel | |
Thundersteel | |
The earth it rumbles death is in the air | |
The city crumbles death is everywhere | |
And from the burning sky we see the soldier fly | |
He mounts his horse of steel and now he rides | |
And now at last we know he' s real | |
The power of his word we feel | |
Thundersteel | |
Thundersteel | |
A streak of | |
Lightning is shooting through the air | |
Electric sun lights the sky | |
His face is frightening, so evil one' s beware | |
Men of disaster hear his cry | |
And now at last we know he' s real | |
The power of his sword we feel | |
Thundersteel | |
Thundersteel | |
Thundersteel |