The black horses trample forth
One path shows us what we must do
So take my hand and let's go on through
the barren desert lands of mother earth
Where the harshest heat scorches the skies
the dusty arid lands of mother earth
Where the scorches of the sun goes on.. and on
As the sun dies down, the land sleeps
(The moon sits high above the sky)
(The stars look down on the land)
They sleep (It shines brights)
Where that rusty station once stood is
And the harsh heat scorches on
And here, lies the bleak and dry arid crossroads
That path shows us what we must do
So take my hand and let's ride on through
the barren desert lands of mother earth
Where the harshest heat scorches the skies
the dusty arid lands of mother earth
Where the scorches of the sun goes on.. and on
Is this where we stand right here now？
Shall we ride out this path now？
So take my hand and let's ride on through
the barren desert lands of mother earth
Where scent of burnt engine oil lingers
the dusty arid lands of mother earth
Where the horses run on around wild.
Now take my hand and let's fight on through
the barren desert lands of mother earth
Where our headlights shine out on the road
the dusty arid lands of mother earth