Tracing back the paths of old
Open wounds and ancient scars
Dreams as others so alike
And yet so unique they are
They say it's will that makes a man
The mind is cool, the heart is warm
And in his fists the strength of iron
And he loves the night
Just as much as the sunrise
Sunrise, sunrise
There's no thing that can stop him
There's no fear that he won't fight
He can't know what's in the dark
But he loves the night
As he hopes for the sunrise
Sunrise, sunrise
Even though he sees his goal
He isn't fooled by easy rides
He won't sell his soul
And lose the ones he once held tight