In time bleeding wounds will heal Unlike some which are too deep to see Like scars in a nomad's soul Their mending is so slow
Not the shout of a hundred enemies Can make him feel fear inside him But when sun sets and the cold arrives With crushing solitude in the darkness of night
He will ride across land and time To find a way through this endless night There's a storm in his heart and the fire burns his soul But the wanderer's part is to ride alone
With bare hands he has taken many lives He's had a hundred women by his side From enchanted woods through the freezing north He's known on every sea and far beyond
As the moon grows and the circle is complete He lies down and waits for sleep But there's always a scenery in his mind Of all the beauty he once left behind
He will ride across land and time To find a way through this endless night There's a storm in his heart and the fire burns his soul But the wanderer's part is to ride alone |
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