The Wanderer

No feast at the table

My master and brothers are all lost

No one left able

To toast to the gods

Remember thy father

My sword will aveng him at all costs

Doomed to wonder this age of chaos

Watch well what your tongue speaks

When making an oath unto the gods

Be prepared to bleed

All lies have their cost

I sail the seven seas

In search of the dreams that have been lost

Cursed to wander this age of chaos

Each night I do ponder

I gaze at the stars and sing my song

Destined to wander

This age of chaos