nothing compares
power with grace and beauty
on high

up in the clouds
hear the majestic thunder
rain down

watcher of all
sheltering from all danger we perceive
there could be
metal machine
guardian of our right to harmony
that we seek.

over this land we will fight for our liberty
Armed with the greatest of men and machinery
This is the fight for our truth and our destiny

as one
into the skies, under the sea, over the land, we will remain free.