Out above the towers the kite was seen to soar
As the infant world slumbered in a cradle on the floor
Sun and Moon were meeting contemplating folklore
As time present passed the wolf at the door
And then they stop and wait and listen as the Lord relates
That all our hopes loves and hour hates
Will show the way or bar the gates
And shape us for our coming fates.
Crusaders were returning from their journies to the East
Left the bamboo temples burning
In the name of hope and peace
And it's welcome home Colossus
Good to see you're doing swell
Wave the banner
Proclamation
Quasimodo ring the bell!.
Horsemen were advancing, Kingdom Come straight ahead
Mace and chain, gown of white, glove and cross of red
Advanced upon the castle, funny trick of Fate
Stallion strong Arab blood
Clear the castle gates!.
Out along the Northern bay
And out across the moors and mountains
Far away
Bells ringing
Riders they were leaving tracks across the plain
Sparing neither horse nor hide
In flight from the Valley of Slain