You're a red flag on a hill
 You're the one they'll never kill
 A mortal in the hands of the gods above.
 You are the wind that blows
 Great storms up at my door - oh, you.
 You, who were born on battlelines
 Such sound and fury in your eyes
 Hear the horns that call you across the world.
 You're the one who knows that
 Truth is simply turning stone to gold.
 The bow is strung, and you are aimed
 Now you're an arrow in the air.
 A flaming drum, a roofless son
 The ends of earth are always the fires of home.
 This you know.
 Oh why am I left alone
 swords in my heart
 these empty arms?
 Oh, why must you go?
 Oh why am I fighting fate?
 Is love a friend
 Or rather a foe?
 Who knows?
 Is this the mission of your soul
 To be a traveller on the road?
 To take a horse and gallop along the shore?
 Pull on the reins, pull hard
 That saddle that you sit upon is for two.

 The bow is strung, and you are aimed
 Now you're an arrow in the air.
 A flaming drum, a roofless son
 The ends of earth are always the fires of home.
 This you know.
 Oh why am I left alone
 swords in my heart
 these empty arms?
 Oh, why must you go?
 Oh why am I fighting fate?
 Is love a friend
 Or rather a foe?
 Who knows?

 Is this the mission of your soul
 To be a traveller on the road?
 take a horse and gallop along the shore?
 Pull on the reins, pull hard
 That saddle that you sit upon is for two.