Gateway To The Dark Peak/The Wayfarer (Part 1: The Solitary One Waits For Grace)

The solitary one waits for grace
For mercy divine
For he of troubled thought must travel through the seaway
Stir with his hands the frosty-cold sea and travel paths of exile
Unhinged by the certainty of fate

Thus spoke the Wayfarer, mindful of hardships
Of cruel battles & beloved kinsmen fallen

I bewail my cares alone, the dawn of each day
They, who eager for glory who bind fast a sad thought in my breast
Separated from homeland, far from noble kinsmen

He who has experience
Knows cruel sorrow
As his companion
No longer one with many
One with few
The path of an exile claims him
His heart frozen
No wealth on earth at all

Now all joy has departed
Without his lord's counsel
Sorrow and sleep together
Bind the wretched solitary one