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
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