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