Solitary Vagrant - Ravensire

Alone walking through the night no brothers by my side

For I am old my wealth resides in tales I tell with pride

Many years I wandered, and lived life to the full

For this planet can be so kind, yet can be so cruel

White bearded and old

Soon to meet death’s clutch

My hands blades did hold

And my eyes have seen so much!

Come sit by the fire

For the night is dark and cold

If such is you desire

Come hear the tales of old

Once the world held magic that now mn did forget

Many foes and friends along my journy have I met

You never know for sure where danger may dwell

A fragile woman may be worse than all the fields in Hell

Hear the tales

Of bliss and woe

Time to learn

And know

Come sit by the fire

For the night is dark and cold

If such is you desire

Come hear the tales of old