Even if I'm in the dark of the desert
And the cold of darkness burning my skin
I will not be defeated
I won't let fears dominate me
I will be the wind that sweeps my enemies
The darkness that blinds my eyes
And the fear that surrounds me
And to the beat of the drums
I plant my feet on the ground
And quicken my steps
When hate boils in my mind
The fire will come out of my eyes
And no evil shall enter before me
And on fire of war my eyes will see
Enemies on the ground
I will finally find myself
And to the beat of the drums
I'll plant my feet on the ground
My fists in war stance
And the end will not yet come
