In time 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 me feel fear inside me 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 burns his soul But the wanderer's part is to ride alone With bare hands he has taken many lives He's had a hundred women by his side From tending woods through the freezing north He's known on 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 the beauty he once left behind 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 wanderer's part is to ride alone