GALLOPING FORTH ON A STALLION OF WHITE,

HE RIDES ON IN SILENCE HE'S YESTERDAY'S KNIGHT.

GONE ARE THE DAYS WHEN HE WENT ON HIS QUEST,

YET STILL HE MUST RIDE FOR HE'S DOOMED NOT TO REST.

FLYING ALONG ON THE CREST OF A DREAM,

BATTLES IN SILENCE HIS FOES ARE UNSEEN

NO ONE TO CHEER HIM THERE'S NO ONE TO BLAME,

STILL HE MUST RIDE AS THE KEEPER OF THE FLAME.

YESTERDAY'S KNIGHT LIKE A SWORD BURNING BRIGHT,

SHOOTS THROUGH THE SKY WITH A BLAZE OF LIGHT,

A KEEPER OF JUSTICE, BEARER OF PAIN,

SAVES US FROM DARKNESS, A PALLADIN'S FLAME

GHOSTLY VISIONS OF BATTLES LONG PAST,

FLEETING GLIMPSES VISIONS DON'T LAST

SOMEHOW HE RIDES EACH AND EVERY NIGHT,

PROTECTING OUR HOPES WITH HIS SWORD, OF LIGHT

KNOWLEDGE OF FREEDOM, FREEDOM TO LOVE,

FEELINGS OF LAUGHTER, THE STRENGTH FROM ABOVE

LIGHTING THE WAY AS HE FORGES ON AHEAD...

OUR KNIGHT FIGHTS THE EVIL THAT WE DREAD

FLYING ALONG ON THE CREST OF A DREAM,

BATTLES IN SILENCE HIS FOES ARE UNSEEN

NO ONE TO CHEER HIM THERE'S NO ONE TO BLAME,

STILL HE MUST RIDE AS THE PALLADIN OF THE FLAME