A noble king, A warrior,
Cursed with a frail shell
A crippled mans remains,
Condemned to live in hell
The lords of death will make this change,
With the one who tames the burning blade
To rise & rule the world,
From beyond the grave
Lo pan never rests,
His stormbringers ride
Two thousand year old quest,
For the girl with green eyes
The prophets sent the best,
Heedhese kung fu guys,
On the pork chop express,
For the girl with green eyes
Passing through the neighbourhood,
One dark & stormy night,
Born with lightning reflexes,
Born ready for the fight
Brings order in where chaos rules,
He rides the storm,
He's paid his dues,
To rise and atomise the
Baze of the green flame
The lighting crash,
The thunder rolls and the rain blots out the sun,
In the eye of the tornado, Jack Burton stands alone
We really shook the pillars of Hell
Collect my dues then I'll be on my way,
Look the storm straight in the eye,
Heed this tale, you might live to see the day