Texty:
Hawkwind Warriors

We are the warriors at the edge of time We are Humanity's scythe to sweep this way and that And cut the Enemy down as weeds We are Humanity's spade to

We're standing on the edge On the edge of time, on the edge of time And it is dark, it is dark, it is dark It is dark, so dark on the edge of time And

Kings of Speed, Kings of Speed, We're gonna make you, Kings of Speed Kings of Speed, Kings of Speed, We're gonna make you, Kings of Speed Between you

The Golden Void speaks to me Denying my reality I lose my body, lose my mind, I blow like wind and I flow like wine Down that corridor of flame, Will

The questions asked but never known, The feeling governs which way I'll go Endless circles on my mind Spiralling a downward climb Which way I'll go. The

Překlad: Hawkwind. Warrior na hrany Of Time.