The Wandering One - In Battle

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the

Turning tide

He’s crossing now from asgard where

The great and strong abide

He leads across the rainbow bridge

The host with us allied"

I have seen him hidden in the eyes of

Folk without a plan

We have built him an altar in the mind

Of modern man

I have wandered dark 3nd aware

Through the many worlds

I’ve been held in awe and fear

And seen creation unfurl

I’ve haunted groves of ghosts

That hung in offering

I’ve been a lord of hosts

That flew on stormy winds

A scream of triumph, mad and wild

raving ecstasy of mind

A fetter-breaking fury as

The lord of' rapture seeks his kind

I tore my tortured sight

And shed not a tear

Vision fractured with the light

I will be here waiting

Till the end of time

I will he, here watching

Patient and sublime

I have wandered grim and gray

As a beggar in disguise

Yet I am king of all I survey

Ill-trusted and despised.

The gods are marching on!