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