Текст песни The Wanderer

The eye of the sun makes play of your fear And you shouldn't expect me to care You know how often I've been there? You have know right to cry When you cast your own dais But then who truly understands self-sacrifice? Striking out blindly at the darkness Searching for the eye of the moon At the heart of the winter of your soul Someday I hope you will find the truth He is the death seeker And I am of him Hanged high in his tree All truth he shall see Striking out blindly at the darkness Searching for the eye of the moon At the heart of the winter of your soul Someday I hope you will find the truth He drove the beast in man insane They killed in his name but they have never felt his pain And, as for me, I'm walking away I hope you find the truth, I hope you find the truth someday...