Watch this his scornnPaid for a showdownnTracking the steelnCome through the airnThis decorationnThe length he has takennTo what to his scorenIn this game they call warnn[chorus]nThe race has just begunnTrack your course an hour to the sunnTyrant of the airwaysnNo turning back, coz he's on the attacknTyrant of the airwaysnHe'll tear you apart and rip out your heartnnYou know your case, the hot on the hotnDeep in the blade you scream like a whorenBack on this night from the apple of lightnWhile you twist and you turn until you are no morenn[chorus]nn[long power break...mmm ,,/]nnContact aah..nn[lead break...,,/]nnoooo ooOHHHnn[chorus]nnMessage of hope!nRace through the airwaysnFleeting the time we will not forgetnThe rumble of thunder and engines of blacknThunder and lightning the blindness of nightnnThe race is never bornenThe price is right we do it just for fun!nTyrant of the airwaysnnTyrant of the airwaysn n[blistering lead break...,,/]nnoooo ooOHHHnn[chorus]nnoooo ooOHHH