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