dano109

Riding, and riding, we search across the land The snow, and wind, has frozen hearts of man But we ride We ride We stop, consider the land that we travelled Our map's at home, direction unravelled But we ride We ride We come upon a witch who takes us in To let us share her mighty fire She asks of us our story and we lie and say We ride around for hire She asks us if we'd like to have her map And points us in some direction But we are far too proud and strong so we keep silent And ignore her suggestion Lost but still we ride Search until we die We ride We ride