Who does not cry in the storm Run in darkness I seek somewhere safe Away from my madness Without looking back I will cross alone The desert of the death Where the dead cannot lie I will cross alone My path is not of grass With plains and nice rivers The sun is warming and With a lot of stones to tumble on I ride in silence Through dark and gloomy fields I was afraid to walk the march of impurities and lies Rest is in the truth My silence frightened me I heard a loud call - Like raged thunder My name echoed in the hills and the dead danced Without rhythm, without sound That was the dance of skeptics And I will not dance Would you die for me? Would you die for you believing in rebirth?