• Roaring towards ground comes Earths tainted angel.
    Born of light, veiled by shadows, he flies.
    Our hero, our defender, our knight in old trainers.
    Through fear and through danger this one man will rise.

    He's the sun that looms on a dark, cold night,
    The name that brings dread throughout time.
    The oncoming storm of justice and hope
    And resounds through the stars like a chime.

    Though Death be his escort, to save is his game,
    To be loved and forgot is his prize.
    Still, onward he travels, unseen and unheard,
    As he spreads his blue wings to the skies.