A boy entered the big town
Answering a bar man's call
His face resembles dignity
A simple man from west is here

With a guitar on his back, his shirt is brown red check
A black curved hat
He have some peace his eyes
A deep gentle kind, while other boys in the bar
Were harassing him hard

Why things just come by this way?
Why they are saying words of prejudgement
What a shame for you people, there is nothing more to say

Oh! The boy makes me wonder
What he felt? Why have peace with his foes
And a voice that sounds like thunder!
Stormborn!

There was no reaction
When I see the kid in his best
I'm curing this infection
While he put his hand at his chest

Is not for you to understand
All love that is on hand, it is out of your range
Now all that I have to say, the music have its ways
To unblind some of those eyes, once in the haze

And he get up to the stage
Inside of me was growing a feeling
The steadiness of the moutains, the wisdom of the sages

And the boy makes me wonder
About their fields and their lore of the souls
With a voice that sounds like thunder
Stormborn!