Where there is light there is heat
On the racetracks the tension speaks
Six hounds are waiting for the shot
To kill and tear the hare appart
Teeth are showing, dogs are barking
The doors open, the race is starting
At the speed of light they run
The blurry killers in the sun
Visions and illusions of decay
An out-of-focus image of the race
The distance is getting shorter
Between the prey and the hunter
An unusual feel and a certain fear
Some are close enough to hear
The breath of the doomed runner
The bodies expand in the picture
The spectators stand and cheer
The blue sky reflects in the blood
Rainbows are showing on the field
In a dark room the photographer reveals
The blurry killers in the sun
At the speed of light they run
The blurry killers in the sun
Visions and illusions of decay
An out-of-focus image of the race