The Path

Long roads through the raging days Walked the world upon my wary way Bestowed with the blade and phrase Far too long I've been a lonesome stray These lines upon my brow They beckon to me now I've followed the path so long I've weathered this tide Through everything carried on With strength in my stride I've followed the path so long I need a place where I belong at last Oh At the end of the path I rest my weary feet At the end of the path In quiet comfort we'll meet Warm glow with a golden shine Come to rest under the virile vine Dark flow from the oldest shrines Blight and blood under the wealth and wine With black blood in my veins My silver sings again I've followed the path so long I've weathered this tide Through everything carried on It's hardened my hide I've followed the path so long The oldest pain is fading now at last Oh At the end of the path I rest my weary feet At the end of the path In quiet comfort we'll meet Through trails of blood and wine Hunting one last time Hunting one last time These lines upon my brow They beckon to me now I've followed the path so long I've weathered this tide Through everything carried on With strength in my stride I've followed the path so long I need a place where I belong at last Oh At the end of the path I rest my weary feet At the end of the path In quiet comfort we'll meet Weary wolf at the end of war Loves aloof are apart no more (White skies still shimmer) Weary wolf at the end of war (Wild eyes still flicker) Loves aloof are apart no more