San Marino, evil eyes, first fateful crash:
One hundred forty miles per hour
Tyres lift, flying high and the engine smashed
Baricchello stricken down with power

A song for
...those once brave
Taken from
...from gravel to grave

Second qualifying was on Walpurgis Eve
One hundred eighty 'gainst the wall!
Loosing control in the terror of Villeneuve
Ratzenberger's heeding the call

A song for
...those once brave
Taken from
...from gravel to grave

Green lights, darkened skies, into the race of doom
Scattering the motorparts like shrapnels
With one hundred ninety miles re-opening the tomb,
Ayrton Senna lost to Tamburello"