Wayward we know the wanderer's journey The single willed life earns its own exile When gladness has gone Gathering sorrow When sadness has gone Gathering strength We bind the dark mood fast in our vigil state No earthly glory but a cold heart's hermit cave No wisdom without our cruel share of winters No victory without our blood sea of rage Like scavengers we feast Where wolf wind hangman swings Into reeling life we forge Into holiness we burn Casting astray immemorial silence The wavering will chases blood-given gain We found our fate in embers of vision We find our faith in ashes of truth //by lyricmania
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