He slipped away into the woods that night When the winds blew cold and the moon was hiding Along the trees aglow in fox-fire light A path once clear now uninviting
All the miles and mountains crossed The runes he tossed and followed Hollow victories, treasures lost Was it worth the cost He wondered on the run
A fragile truce had quickly come undone He was on his own when his army scattered The fog of battle blotted out the sun Getting home alive was all that mattered
All the miles and mountains crossed The runes he tossed and followed Hollow victories, treasures lost Was it worth the cost He wondered on the run
They called him the man made of stone A forged arrow found him where he stood alone The snow fell around him, this king with no throne They called him the man made of stone
They called him the man made of stone All through the land he was known His harvest abandoned with seeds left unsown His soldiers now slumber in graves overgrown They called him the man made of stone They called him the man made of stone
All the miles and mountains crossed The runes he tossed and followed Hollow victories, treasures lost Was it worth the cost Was it worth the cost Was it worth the cost Was it worth the cost Was it worth the cost He wondered on the runTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
