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