Like a blade of a sword I am forged in flame
Fiery hot
Tempered steel fire-bright to the night I take
I fear not
 [bad word] by something I cannot see
I go forth surrendering to history

Your glory, I swear I ride for thee
Your power, I [bad word] it rides with me
Your servant, I am and ever shall I be

Through a dream
I have [bad word] to an ancient door
Lost in the mist
I have been there a hundred times or more
Pounding my fists
Now inside, the fire of the ancient burns
boy goes in and suddenly a man returns

I gave my word and gained a key
I gave my heart and set it free
There's no turning back from this odyssey
Because I feel so alive suddenly
And I wonder, is this really me?