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...