Dirk Schneider & The Old Gang
On the horizon
Where the sea meets night
I see the face of a warrior
We hear them crying
In the fading light
A shadow falls on a foreigner
They long for the distance
They reach for the sky
At the end of a rainbow
Risin’ up high
Where the angels fly
Where the angels fly
They fall in silence
With a saddening sound
And all that’s left’s a memorial
The skies still wonder
Neither lost nor found
Remaining humble and glorious
They long for the distance, …
Where the angels fly
Flying high
Where the angels fly
At the end of a rainbow – risin’ up high
They roam the heavens
On wings of gold
A shining light full of harmony
With no surrender
Not a lie untold
Forever now and eternally
They long for the distance, …
Where the angels fly, …