Paroles de The Wanderer

No feast at the table My master and brothers are all lost No one left able To toast to the gods Remember thy father My sword will aveng him at all costs Doomed to wonder this age of chaos Watch well what your tongue speaks When making an oath unto the gods Be prepared to bleed All lies have their cost I sail the seven seas In search of the dreams that have been lost Cursed to wander this age of chaos Each night I do ponder I gaze at the stars and sing my song Destined to wander This age of chaos Rick n' Roll!