Who walked on that field and were kings.
Their trophies were on proud display
And everywhere they could be seen.
A golden light did one time stream
Through smoke-filled skies and clouded hills
They were the baddest cats in the game!
Forged in the dark Satanic Mills
With Bows of burning yellow gold
With Arrows tipped by bright blue flame
With Spear in hand they prowled, Behold
They rode in Chariots of fame.