Coming of the winter the last days of the light the beast approaches from the North the cold and gloomy night the scourge for all the pilgrims who need to stop their trails and find a place to stay
The wind has spread rumors that there's a place to go where you can order beer and mead and hearth to warm your bones please welcome to the tavern where no one is alone the Inn of the Last Home
There's a lonesome light in the twilight cosy place to outlast the night when you open the door you can see friends from trails sharing tales and singing along
On my way back home on my own back from distant trails far to the north I have crossed the land back and forth now there's one more voyage to go through the cold
The night of raging winter the fun was at full swing when beer was drunk and stories told lone man began to sing the crowd then joined the chorus and formed a single voice of folks and their rejoice
On my way back home on my own back from distant trails far to the north I have crossed the land back and forth now there's one more voyage to go through the cold
There's a lonesome light in the twilight cosy place to outlast the night when you open the door you can see friends from trails sharing tales and singing along
On my way back home on my own back from distant trails far to the north I have crossed the land back and forth now there's one more voyage to go through the cold
On my way back home on my own back from distant trails far to the north I have crossed the land back and forth now there's one more voyage to go take me homeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
