There's dust in the air. On a winter morning. I hear the call of the wild. . There's wind in my hair. In dreams I'm longing. To see the world like a child.
A gleaming fascination, burning deep inside. When it comes into my mind. The crown's my destination, a doubtful paradise. Oh, they forced my sacrifice.
The eternal flame. The eternal flame. . On the road to victory. Is it real or fantasy?. (The call of fame). It's for all the world to see. I go down in history.