Voices on the Wind Open Theme
THIS IS YOUR RIDE INTO MOONLIGHT DYING by Dick Bakken Now sing you holy host for Arloa out in some flicker of her own darkening garage as she stumbles a frantic search for that black cape ghosted away back in the current whirl through this our electric realm so all around like a glowing boa sparkles the face in waves alive as my own far lost angelic engine. How the vehicle bounces down any mountainside with thrashing boulders of insanity we bubbles straddle like nightmares out of Gotham. So now lift by the smoky scruff to upswing us through this wild winging halleluiah of hope pummeled into flashes of my hammering heart.