Testo di The Wanderer

Through the night and through the sky Rides the wanderer far far high Winds and storms embrace this guy By the march through the nightly sky Winds Storms - nightly sky The march of revenge it shall be Thousand of tortures he left behind With his bloody axe he murdered There is no survivor Summon his forces Hear my call All cries for hope are failed And now the wanderer is marching on Summon his forces Hear my call