Royal Hunt

All by myself under the scorching sun
looking around, hoping the hate is gone
Waiting... as for the magic trick to be revealed:
you see, it's high noon at the battlefield - and not a soul around -
another high noon at the battlefield
Touching the ground, feeling the pain below...
How did it end there? Wish you'll never know
Guarded by this soil as if it was a shield:
you see, it's high noon at the battlefield - I left my fear behind -
a peaceful high noon...