Twin Obscenity The Wanderer
A lonely man on a lonely journey Bewildering ways he rode The heavens did not treat him fairly And the winds did chill him to the bones Through icy storms and dim-lit moonlight His search would never end His hauberk shone brighter than any sun His sword was adorned with purest of gold A woollen cloak covered his weary face A face frostbitten and old His fearless steed he held most dearly No beast was ever so bold It's snow-white mane with lustre shone And it's hoofs never touched the ground His deeds in strife he cheerfully remembered In battle he rejoiced Never before had he met his match Many a time strivings he aroused
