Paroles de A Stranger Homeward Bound
A fog-ridden village in the distance, or the dales,Now it is within reach, I follow gravel paths I built myself.
Spiritless I stride in torn coats, boots, ravaged by the battle,
So long have I yearned for the day of my return.
Who am I? No one, yet another
who was torn out of the phalanx
in the middle of a battle wehre I was needed most.
Leaden is my step, I am the captive of a leash,
knotted from the broken bodies of the comrades now out of reach.
Having been the truest servant of my kind,
I eft no path unburned, no bridge uncrushed behind.
War Beast, returning home...
Distant, far lands have I roamed.
A stranger from the past,
Hailing from times never meant to last...
Upon arrival I am hailed
As long lost sheep astray of the herd,
Astray of the fields and landmarks
Once again in front of
Empty eyes are staring into empty faces
I no longer yearn for to know me,
Where to walk when the earth is burning?
Where to stand when the tide is turning?
Too long, too victorious have I ruled the fronts,
How ever to face the peace of old days
With a neck in the noose of the past,
Iron strings that fasten,
And Each new step lighter than the last...
The war beast, returning home...
I recall giving birth to what is known as scorched earth,
Now I see it was the ground I meant to cultivate.
Yet, I shall remain at war with time forever.
in the middle of a battle wehre I was needed most.
Leaden is my step, I am the captive of a leash,
knotted from the broken bodies of the comrades now out of reach.
Having been the truest servant of my kind,
I eft no path unburned, no bridge uncrushed behind.
War Beast, returning home...
Distant, far lands have I roamed.
A stranger from the past,
Hailing from times never meant to last...
Upon arrival I am hailed
As long lost sheep astray of the herd,
Astray of the fields and landmarks
Once again in front of
Empty eyes are staring into empty faces
I no longer yearn for to know me,
Where to walk when the earth is burning?
Where to stand when the tide is turning?
Too long, too victorious have I ruled the fronts,
How ever to face the peace of old days
With a neck in the noose of the past,
Iron strings that fasten,
And Each new step lighter than the last...
The war beast, returning home...
I recall giving birth to what is known as scorched earth,
Now I see it was the ground I meant to cultivate.
Yet, I shall remain at war with time forever.
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