Crom - The Wanderers House lyrics

And he still wanders on From days long since gone And he still wanders on Through the dark at the endless hills Through the grey mists of dawn Through the dreams of faded history A sprit of ancient days is still travelling on...... Behold his face in the twillight hours A story that's his to tell Of a word given blindly, and honor that binds Of a home long lost in the shades of time Distance forgotten, a dreamlike face Painted on the insides of his eyes He who had stared into the eye of the cyclops He who had conquered the fortress of dawn Once enthroned this king of the slain Now betrothed to the starlight above A silent seeker adrift in the mists The wanderer's specrte will never reach illeas...... And he still wanders on From days long since gone And he still wanders on A dream that is not his own Leads him through times unknown And he still wanders on Through the dark the ocean seems endless Navigator under the stars alone Leathery skin, his hair's been bleached by the sun He who had been king in another life "I might have had a son, but what was his name? Have I laid with my wife, was she beautiful? Did this weary head once wear a crown? On my Island home, mountains so high Did they pierce the clouds overhead? Who am I? Who is she? Why am I lost? A sleepwalking mind in the arms of poseidon Forever lost on the dancing waves Longing for summer's days upon The shores of distant illeas As the ages come and go the wanderer does not return And the silence still remains, the wanderer does not return And she weaves, awaits her man, but the wanderer does not return And he still wanders on From days long since gone And he still wanders on And still he's lost alone Seeking the way back home And he still wanders on And he still wanders on From days long since gone And he still wanders on....