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