By now - my horse - flies high
In war - my friend - with wings
Enemies - falling to my sides
Lifes are blown - like dust in the sky

And the wizard's going to fall.
His works are evil to us all.
We bring his magic to the ground.
La, La, La...
Riding on horses, and shouting out loud
with the crowd, that screams out now.
La, La, La...

It's mane - is red - like fire
And eyes - as bright - as light
Let them see - the wizards retreat
on pale wings we come riding by.


No doubt - it is - your lies
So now - the ends - in sight
Drioli - show yourself to me
Eyes are open - but you can't see

You can't see - no doubt