The Wanderer Victoria Carbol

What good is your worry
When what shall pass
Shall come to pass

What good is the glory
When the end sees this world
Shatter like glass

I know you′re weary
You think that you've failed
The voice that consoles you
Is the wind in your sails

I am the wanderer
I know of darkness and slaughter
I am the wanderer lost in the snowfall
Frost daughter
Sail the water

′Til all is gone
Gone
Gone, woah
Gone
Gone
Gone