Oft to the wanderer, weary of exile
No man is living, no comrade left
Where can I go now, to pledge, to booze, to feast
To serve the Lord
Gone is that gladness and never again
Shall shine the alliance of comrade and king
I am a warrior, I keep my counsel
And lock my lips
I'm all on my own
I'll follow when you call, for feasting at nightfall
Guiding light of the north
Show me the way to the mead hall
At night while dreaming, reflections within
Of comrades, the earl and how faithful they've been
While waking up, it is breaking all apart
Just one thing grabs his heart
I'm all on my own
I'll follow when you call, for feasting at nightfall
Guiding light of the north
Show me the way to the mead hall