In the presence of the night
He rides to the cause
Of justice and peace
With his sword and might.
In the dark he confronts
The mind of tryanny
With the wits and cunning
Of his name, the Fox
He protects his people
With all he got,
The sword, whip, his horse
And faithful friend, Bernardo.
So into the night
He rode with the wind
To boldly fight for
What he believed.
And when he is done
With his heart and mind
Telling him
It is finished.
Then he salutes you
With his sword in the air
And his brightly smile
On his face.
