Fire in the Hills

[Instrumental] In the wasteland, wide and bare, Underneath the sky so rare, Where the wind howls, dust storms flare, Stand I alone, but I dare. No soul in sight, no voice to call, Just echoes of my footsteps fall, In this land where empires sprawl, I find my strength, standing tall. Survival's song, a lonesome tune, Sung to the rhythm of the dune, By the light of the silent moon, I'll find my way, I'll find it soon. Through the ruins, past the decay, I forge my path, I make my way, In the wasteland, I do not sway, For in my heart, hope does stay.