Riding Through Tokyo Thunder

Hmm, hmm, hmm. Signal in the static.

Green seal on the screen. From the land of the rising sun

to the halls where the armor gleams. Our knights on the stone floor

kneeling, steel hands whisper names. Great Master lifts his visor,

says, "I heard your flames. Turn your eyes to the sky.

We are riding through the thunder. For the lost kids under neon. For the gangsters

who wonder what they've done. For the aching heart of the office man.

Counting nights till he comes home. Be sober, bring your warrior spirit.