Wanderer - Amon Amarth

I journey through this frozen land on my own

There’s no shelter anywhere down the road

When this mystic wanderer comes around

And the dying hope in my heart starts to grow

The dying hope in my heart starts to grow

Starts to grow

This vagrant offers help when there was none

To this outlawed murderer on the run

Through the snowy mountains we roam

My journey towards freedom has now begun

On the run

All alone

Hope is gone

Wanderer

A blizzard hit with blinding force

The wind cut through the bone

And amidst the blur of snow

I found myself alone

Freezing winds brought me down

I laid myself to rest

In the deep, chilling cold

I knew I’d freeze to death

Left alone I had no choice

But to accept my fate

When the wanderer returned

Then I knew that my life was saved

On the run

All alone

Hope’s returned

Wanderer

On the run

Not alone

The road goes on

Wanderer

I’m haunted by dreams of blood

The visions of death and gore

It is the future that I see

And if this is truly my fate

Then so be it