I was fire, I was thunder Feared by name and stained by pride Crushed by sin, I went under Laid to rot, but did not die Will came the time When my soul will fly Will came the hour Free upon the sky Will came your time A never ending try Raised by hands not meant for war Fed on prayers, thorns, and dust I walked the road of no return With nothing left but rust and trust Matraga, blood upon the stone Matraga, marching on alone Cursed and crowned in desert flame Matraga, blood upon the stone Matraga, marching on alone Calling heaven by my name I stood among the violent But chose not to raise my hand Till justice called defiant And drew a line across the land No saint, no sword, no glory Just a soul that paid its toll I gave my blood in the story That redemption had begun to sow Matraga, blood upon the stone Matraga, marching on alone Cursed and crowned in desert flame Matraga, blood upon the stone Matraga, marching on alone Calling heaven by my name If the gates are made of fire Let them burn what I have been Let me pass as man, not liar Let me end what I begin