| Song | The Romantic Warrior - Live In Austin, TX / 2011 |
| Artist | Return to Forever |
| Album | The Mothership Returns (Live In Austin, TX/2011) |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Standing bold Romantic Warrior | |
| Timeless one in amour gold | |
| Giving your message to warriors all | |
| The victory of victories is about to be told | |
| Don’t succumb to the sorceress warriors | |
| Tarnishing your purpose bright | |
| Have your senses yet to have their fill | |
| Of battles old and fearsome stories told each night | |
| You’ve wandered off the path my warrior friends | |
| Those pictures painted in your weary eyes | |
| Tell of age old times gone by | |
| When you fought and jousted cross the skies | |
| In those battled faces etched so deep | |
| Are stories of those gruesome duels | |
| When locked in combat for a thousand years | |
| You earned the title tyrants cruel | |
| But even in those loud victorious cries | |
| The magician spun a strange defeat | |
| For as you smote from view the jester bright | |
| Your battered selves lay at your feet | |
| The sadness in your hearts ring out | |
| Protesting those whose silent will | |
| Led you to this bloodstained trail | |
| And you cant recall deciding to kill | |
| Pick up the gauntlet warriors | |
| Sheath your swords put up your trusty lance | |
| Channel the power used to rush every foe | |
| Into giving the future a chance | |
| Believe in yourselves old warriors bold | |
| Create a path so firm and sure | |
| Fight for the birth of the freedom of man | |
| The end of this medieval overture |
| Standing bold Romantic Warrior | |
| Timeless one in amour gold | |
| Giving your message to warriors all | |
| The victory of victories is about to be told | |
| Don' t succumb to the sorceress warriors | |
| Tarnishing your purpose bright | |
| Have your senses yet to have their fill | |
| Of battles old and fearsome stories told each night | |
| You' ve wandered off the path my warrior friends | |
| Those pictures painted in your weary eyes | |
| Tell of age old times gone by | |
| When you fought and jousted cross the skies | |
| In those battled faces etched so deep | |
| Are stories of those gruesome duels | |
| When locked in combat for a thousand years | |
| You earned the title tyrants cruel | |
| But even in those loud victorious cries | |
| The magician spun a strange defeat | |
| For as you smote from view the jester bright | |
| Your battered selves lay at your feet | |
| The sadness in your hearts ring out | |
| Protesting those whose silent will | |
| Led you to this bloodstained trail | |
| And you cant recall deciding to kill | |
| Pick up the gauntlet warriors | |
| Sheath your swords put up your trusty lance | |
| Channel the power used to rush every foe | |
| Into giving the future a chance | |
| Believe in yourselves old warriors bold | |
| Create a path so firm and sure | |
| Fight for the birth of the freedom of man | |
| The end of this medieval overture |
| Standing bold Romantic Warrior | |
| Timeless one in amour gold | |
| Giving your message to warriors all | |
| The victory of victories is about to be told | |
| Don' t succumb to the sorceress warriors | |
| Tarnishing your purpose bright | |
| Have your senses yet to have their fill | |
| Of battles old and fearsome stories told each night | |
| You' ve wandered off the path my warrior friends | |
| Those pictures painted in your weary eyes | |
| Tell of age old times gone by | |
| When you fought and jousted cross the skies | |
| In those battled faces etched so deep | |
| Are stories of those gruesome duels | |
| When locked in combat for a thousand years | |
| You earned the title tyrants cruel | |
| But even in those loud victorious cries | |
| The magician spun a strange defeat | |
| For as you smote from view the jester bright | |
| Your battered selves lay at your feet | |
| The sadness in your hearts ring out | |
| Protesting those whose silent will | |
| Led you to this bloodstained trail | |
| And you cant recall deciding to kill | |
| Pick up the gauntlet warriors | |
| Sheath your swords put up your trusty lance | |
| Channel the power used to rush every foe | |
| Into giving the future a chance | |
| Believe in yourselves old warriors bold | |
| Create a path so firm and sure | |
| Fight for the birth of the freedom of man | |
| The end of this medieval overture |