[Silvan]

Long roads through the raging days
Walked the world upon my wary way
Bestowed with the blade and phrase
Far too long I’ve been a lonesome stray
These lines upon my brow
They beckon to me now

I’ve followed the path so long
I’ve weathered this tide
Through everything carried on
With strength in my stride
I’ve 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 we’ll 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