Tekster: Stratovarius. Elements, Pt. 2. Ride Like The Wind.

A house made of cards and no time to run
Unfolding the path before me
Together with you and not making sense

And slid from my grasp, that moment in time
When everything stood to reason
The clarity gone, I wait for my fate

Black clouds gathering
Wind, carry the word of my fate

Ride, ride like the wind

It's fanning my flame, too bright to be real

It's burning my eyes to ashes
I'm one with the steel, too bright to be real

Black clouds gathering
Wind, carry the word of my fate

Ride, ride like the wind