The Wretched Wanderer

Boundless forests dying skies above this empty world I fly

Through endless peaks and frozen skies

Above this empty world I fly.

Over snow topped forests gleaming white

As the sun gives off its dying light.

Upon my steed of rotten scales

I bear my rusted plate of mail.

And through my visor frozen tight

My eyes emit infernal light.

For I am the wanderer, legend untold.

Cursed to wander since the days of old.

Though the age of the living has gone and passed

My soul condemned shall ever last

Where seas did churn once all is still

Where the sun did heat once all is chilled

The lands are frozen with my hate

Emotions dark that can't abate

My brethren rumbles as it draws its breath

So much alike the time of its death.

His maw doth gape in eternal hate

for with me does he bear my fate.

For I am the wanderer, legend untold.

Cursed to wander since the days of old.

Though the age of the living has gone and passed

My soul condemned shall ever last

He spreads his wings, we fly away

And so ends another torturous day.

And though the day is but a blight

I find no solace in the darkness of night.

For time has passed and will again

and ever will until the end.

And so until this world doth die

Above this empty world I fly.