Fire of lake, lake of fire
Dancing flames growin' higher and higher

Echoes of legends
Whispers of lore
At the heart of the wild
We're craving for more

Badland sweetlands
It's in the grip of the fortune's fickle hands
Yearning for the thrills
It's in the tales of sorrow etched in the sand

Through the dust, through the night
Ain't nobody could ride like
Johnny the Knife
Through the dust, through the night
Ain't nobody could ride like
Johnny the Knife

Dive, dive, dive


Fire of lake, lake of fire
Dancing flames growin' higher and higher

Badland sweetlands
It's in the grip of the fortune's fickle hands
Yearning for the thrills
It's in the tales of sorrow etched in the sand

Through the dust, through the night
Ain't nobody could ride like
Johnny the Knife
Through the dust, through the night
Ain't nobody could ride like
Johnny the Knife

Breaking through the storm and face the strife
Deep inside the lands where wild winds cry
Race against the harsh fate on the sun-baked trail
Sun-baked trail
That sun-baked trail

Through the dust, and through the night
Ain't nobody could ride like
Johnny the Knife
Through the dust, and through the night
Ain't nobody could ride like
Johnny the Knife


Through the dust, through the night
Ain't nobody could ride like
Johnny the Knife
Through the dust, through the night
Ain't nobody could ride like
Johnny the Knife

Dive, dive, dive