I journey through this frozen land on my own
There's no shelter anywhere down the road
When this mystic wanderer comes around
And the dying hope in my heart starts to grow
The dying hope in my heart starts to grow, starts to grow
This vagrant offers help when there was none
To this outlawed murder on the run
Through the snowy mountains we roam
My journey towards freedom has now begun
On the run
All alone
Hope is gone
Wanderer
A blizzard hit with blinding force
The wind cut through the bone
And amidst the blur of snow
I found myself alone
Freezing winds brought me down
I laid myself to rest
In the deep, chilling cold
I knew I'd freeze to death
Left alone I had no choice
But to accept my fate
When the wanderer returned
Then I knew that my life was saved
On the run
All alone
Hope returns
Wanderer
On the run
Not alone
Hope goes on
Wanderer
I'm hunted by dreams of blood, visions of death and gore
It is the future that I see and if this truly my faith them so be it
Artist: Vert
Artist: Les Belles Noïseuses
Artist: Frank Sinatra