In time bleeding will heal Unlike some which are too deep to see Like scars in the Nomads soul Their mending is so slow Not a of a hundred enemies make him feel fear inside him But when 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 There s storm in his heart And the fire his soul But the wanderers part is to ride alone
With bare hands has taken many lives He has had a hundred women by his side From enchanted woods to the freezing North is known at every sea and far beyond As the moon grows and the 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