The Hermit 28

Pyre of dark wolves crying in the air a strange noise of pain
Light steps break the silence and the loneliness is just who hear
Goes so far no place to go
He was brought by this cruel road where he treads again
(And he will tread forever)

Good walker he profits tool legs looks for nothing that is all he needs
He finds himself the explanations stops the walking but not to rely on
Goes so far no place to go
He was brought by this cruel road where he treads again
(And he will tread forever)

Keeps walking by alone show him the freedom belongs
To leave him go