

Out on the barren,
wind-swept moor
We stomp our feet upon the floor
(hey, hey)
Raise your voice, let the fire ignite
We dance into the endless night
This is our ground,
this is our sky
We hold the flame and lift it high (hoooo)
The ancient dust begins to rise
Beneath the flashing laser skies
This is our ground,
this is our sky
We hold the flame and lift it high (hoooo)