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

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

My journey is complete

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