In time wounds will heal Unlike some which are too deep to see Like scars in the Nomads soul Their mending is so slow Not a shout a hundred Can 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 s a storm in his heart And the fire burns his soul But the wanderers part is ride alone
With bare hands he has taken many He has had a hundred women by his side From enchanted woods to the freezing North He is known every sea and far As the moon grows and the circle is complete He lies down and waits for But there's always a scenery in his mind. Of all that beauty he once left behind