Scramble, scramble, invaders on their way
Red alert, red alert, make this their dying day
Strapped in their cockpits, motors on full power
The Earth's courageous warriors will make this their killing hour

Interception point computed, the fighters leave the Earth
Slicing thr

Scorching polished steel cuts the air like a knife
He's an angel on his own running free in the night
Feels the trembling power as he pulls back his wrist
Arouse the gleaming monster controlled by leathern fist
Motor city madness grips his brain as in a vice
Harbinger of deat