A boy entered the big town Answering a bar man's call His face resembles dignity A simple man from west is here With a guitar on his back, his shirt is brown red check, a black curved hat He have some peace his eyes, a deep gentle kind, while other boys in the bar Were harassing him hard Why things just come by this way? Why they are saying words of prejudgement What a shame for you people, there is nothing more to say Oh! The boy makes me wonder What he felt? Why have peace with his foes And a voice that sounds like thunder! Stormborn! There was no reaction When I see the kid in his best I'm curing this infection While he put his hand at his chest Is not for you to understand, all love that is on hand, it is out of your range Now all that I have to say, the music have its ways, to unblind some of those eyes, once in the haze And he get up to the stage Inside of me was growing a feeling The steadiness of the moutains, the wisdom of the sages And the boy makes me wonder About their fields and their lore of the souls With a voice that sounds like thunder Stormborn!