Wanderer - Ensiferum

In time bleeding 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 of a hundred enemies

Can make him feel fear inside him

But when sunsets 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 burns his soul

But the wanderers 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 once left behind