Текст: Bruce Dickinson. Kill Devil Hill.

Blood brothers of angels, now hear us
We earthbound your offspring, don't fear us
God willing will rise up be near you
So open your arms now and take us

So we beleaving our dreams like the Icarus of old
The plans we made for the bold and the blue wide beyond
Theres nowhere to hide, there's no going back now

As the wind wips over the hillside
Twenty knots over