In the ancestors times When the world still was young Man believed in what they called The Gods of Light Their image of God, was a circle of fire And just their own dreams, satisfied their desire At the end of the day, they met on the hill The wind took their prayers, and carries them still Follow the Knights of Light And you will find Pleasure like never before Follow the Knights of Light And you will find They bring you to far distant shores They said believe in yourself In your strength and your will And give freedom to others So you find it yourself Their image of god... Follow the knights...