The Guardian stands above the plain Surveys the path to rainbow bridge Keen-eyed stares t'wards middle world From high upon that castle ridge With trumpet drawn to warn of first Approach of those who might intrude He hears the sound of grass a-growing Senses keen, a quiet étude Before the giants come to call The rage of final battle locked With flaming sword and serpent venom Revelation, Ragnarök Mae West, helmet, Mk VIII goggles 'Chute at ready on the wing Young men sprint to action, answer Jarring scramble bell's harsh ring Gear up, climbing, Merlin roaring Bandits one-five, sounds the cry Chime of destiny sends aloft Virgin guardians of the sky