I'm A Traveller Walking Alone Lost In A World Far Away From Home The Path Ahead In Silence He Moan Casting Clouds Like Hues Of Deep Stone Determined To Walk Where Wild Winds Have Blown Through Valleys And Mountains I Roam Finding My Soul Into The Unknown The Snows Above Refuse To Be Flown As I Traverse The Countryside Alone They Say Roam & Roam You'll End Up In Rome What Is Rome, If This Heaven Brightly Shone Yet A Berber Fought For It, It's All In History Known Lying In It's Pyramids Men Who Their Courage Was Shown Ancestors Kings Of Kings Who Refused To Bow Down For Rome Mastenissa, Juba, Jugurtha, Shoshenq, And Arebion! They Fought Till Death Without An Excuse Or Torn Yet, This Land Remained Free, Making Kings With Each Child Born I'm Fascinated, Sorry To The Land Of My Grandfather; Rome! I Was Born A Berber, In My Heart On Blood Was Drawn