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