There is a place in my dreams
Where the wind blows so cold
Every night I watch the stars fall down
the kingdom seeds the glory
thousand men dying all around
The sword of a king reflects his pride
Over the highest mountain
Under the deepest sea
Across the fields, searching for liberty
In the circle of fire I´ve seen
All the people in misery
The fate of tragedy is near
In this nightmare, a thunder arise
I try not to close my eyes
The guardian spirit of my own
I have been called to combat…
I have been chosen to lead…
A heart that will last eternally
The winds of Wasteland,
Carrying the sign
Giving the force to survive
The winds of Wasteland
Crossing the night
Everyday will turn to fight
Long ago I had this sense
And made it clear this evidence
There´s a treasure waiting for me to find
A crystal ball had forseen
To relief the pain and agony
Reach the throne and make the people praise
Over the highest mountain
Under the deepest sea
Across the fields, searching for liberty