The Wanderer

(альбом: Argent Moon - 2021)

Song of the sirens, brings me no joy
Caress of a maiden, leaves me hollow
And the night slowly turns
Towards the daybreak

This crown on my forehead, feels like a burden
These golden pendants, now weigh down my neck
And the wine in my mouth
Will taste like ashes

And still I roam
With broken knees I wander
And still I roam (on and on)
Till the end of days

I sold my poor soul, to unfold the secrets
I lost my poor soul, to possess the riches
And still I craved for more and more
To satisfy my hunger

I'm doomed to wander the earth
Cursed to roam these lands
Until the heavens die
Till the seven seas will boil

I'm doomed to wander the earth
Cursed to roam these lands
Until the sun has waned
Till I find my wretched soul

Everyone I've ever loved is long since gone
Cruel are the years that pass
On this forlorn road

I hear the Pale Rider scoffing at my throes
For Death will never touch me
No redemption till I find my blackened soul

For Death will never touch me
Until I find my poor soul

(Death won't take me...)