Ten thousand stallions runninâ€™ wild. They dare to race the devilâ€™s child. The race is on hold tight the reins. They shared a week of broken chains. Wheels turninâ€™ wheels burninâ€™. See the eagles fly. Weekend warriors .... Like shining knights. Of days gone by. Theyâ€™re born again. Theyâ€™ll never die. Wheels turninâ€™ wheels burninâ€™. See the angels fly. Weekend warriors .... Like silver lighting from the sky. These gold-clad horses thunder by. Weekend warriors .... .