long roads through the raging days walked the world upon my wary way bestowed with the blade and phrase far too long ive been a lonesome stray these lines upon my brow they beckon to me now ive followed the path so long ive weathered this tide through everything carried on with strength in my stride ive followed the path so long i need a place where i belong at last at the end of the path i rest my weary feet at the end of the path in quiet comfort well 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  ive followed the path so long ive weathered this tide through everything carried on its hardened my hide ive followed the path so long the oldest pain is fading now at last at the end of the path i rest my weary feet at the end of the path in quiet comfort well 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 ive followed the path so long ive weathered this tide through everything carried on with strength in my stride ive followed the path so long i need a place where i belong at last at the end of the path i rest my weary feet at the end of the path in quiet comfort well meet weary wolf at the end of war loves aloof are apart no more weary wolf at the end of war loves aloof are apart no more weary wolf at the end of war loves aloof are apart no more