"Walked the world upon my wary way
Bestowed with the blade and phrase
Far too long I’ve been a lonesome stray
I’ve followed the path so long
I’ve weathered this tide
Through everything carried on
With strength in my stride
I need a place where I belong at last
With black blood in my veins
My silver sings again
The oldest pain is fading now at last
Through trails of blood and wine
Hunting for one last time
A weary wolf at the end of war..."