Letra de The wanderer

A lonely man on a lonely journey
Bewildering ways he rode
The heavens did not treat him fairly
And the winds did chill him to the bones

Through icy storms and dim-lit moonlight
His search would never end
His hauberk shone brighter than any sun
His sword was adorned with purest of gold
A woollen cloak covered his weary face
A face frostbitten and old

His fearless steed he held most dearly
No beast was ever so bold
It´s snow-white mane with lustre shone
And it´s hoofs never touched the ground

His deeds in strife he cheerfully remembered
In battle he rejoiced
Never before had he met his match
Many a time strivings he aroused