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.