vandraren

vandraren har ingen stans att ga

nar han kommit fram till slutet. manen fargar alla skuggor bla

han ar ensam kvar dar ute. langt dar borta fran en enslig gard

lyser varmen ut i natten. vacker hungern i hans frusna kropp

som har levt pa luft och vatten. det gor ont

men ga anda

du kan alltid vanda om. det gor ont

men ga anda

du ar har och kom hit som en vandrare. klockan ringer for en ensam sjal

den har lanat rost av doden. vill den illa eller vill den val

nar den raknar vara oden. sluta tanka det ar svart anda

du far ta en dag i taget. vandraren har ingen stans att ga

om han gar vid sista slaget. the wanderer has nowhere to go

when he arrived at the end. the moon will stain all shades of blue

he is the only one left out there. far over there from a secluded courtyard

lit the heat into the night. raises hunger in his frozen body

which has lived on air and water. it hurts

but go anyway

you can always go on. it hurts

but go right

you are here and came here as a wanderer. bell rings for a lonely soul

it has borrowed the voice of death. does it hurt or want it well

when the count of our destiny. stop thinking it is difficult anyway

you may take one day at a time. the wanderer has nowhere to go

if he goes at the end of the battle.