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