The guardian stands above the plain

Surveys the path to rainbow bridge

Keen-eyed stares t′wards middle worldFrom 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