On the top of the world,
we were dicing with death
Battling the enemy agents
Licensed to kill,
fighting to the last breath
We ruined the plans of the SCEPTRE

And our souls were joined,
though we both knew it wouldn´t last
With a clever setup you were killed
Now I´m haunted by the past...

(chorus)
I’ll see you beyond the grave...
I’ll see you beyond the Gate...

Struck with sorrow,
concentration was gone
Many presidents had to die !
I couldn’t defuse
an atomic bomb,
but escaped to save myself...

Amidst international horror,
I just disappeared
Boozing like hell, trying to forget
the memory that was too clear