[K. Vanderhoof / R. Munroe]. . With banner high they ride to glory, a new beginning to an age-old story. Spreading fear with hateful eyes, then into the night they ride.
[K. Vanderhoof / K. Arrington / R. Munroe]. . You're caught in a vice by your own device, torment and pressure, a way of life. You felt the stardom and tasted the fruit, you claw your way back.