I can hear the sounds of thunder from many miles away
I want to go out and join the storm but there's something that tells me to stay
Who will be there to lead my people down that victory path
Who will be there to save my land if I never make it back

It's so hard to be one of the few (one of the few)
It's so hard to avoid the fire when it rages in you (rages in you)
It's so hard to defend your land, that is true (that is true)
But we will lead our people on till the battle is through (battle is through)

When my race calls I'll be there, out to save my land
Like a Crusader from long ago with a sword up in my hand
What's to achieve for the race still remains to be seen
For one of the few is what I am, so few and far between