Across the desert
Through the Hills
There´s a strange
Blind old man

He told me stories
About power and greed
About death, rage and challeng

He said to go ahead
To never looking back

I crossed the world
Tried to find to get to somewhere
Back to the source
I Was almost there

I was searching for power
Glory to the braves
Traveling through
fire and shadows

I´ve fought egaint demons
And bleeded til death
I saw the lands of otherside

I have not fear of death
In the hills I should stand