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