wanderer

phantasm777

this is about a wizard type guy, who after many hundreds of years of life, finaly wanted to retire. death comes as an image of himself, and he has to fight for his life inside his mind. he wins, or does he? his body dies but his spirit still roams the earth.
one of my shorter songs timing at 6:25

 wanderer © words by frank miller

broken down old castles, ghosts on every level
where chivalry died, where damsels cried
moon shining so bright, a clammy, gloomy night
came a wanderer of lore, to rest, nothing more

weary from a long travel, his sleep would soon unravel
lo and behold before him,
a spectre who looked just like him
and said what are you doing here?

he replied - i came to rest my weary bones
the spectre said - i came for your weary bones
for it is time for you to die!

suddenly
the spectre pursued
he struck the wanderer
a battle ensued

the spectre
stabbed into his torso
disabling him
for the moment

the wanderer
spoke a spell
which sent the spectre
screaming to hell

and as he lay down
tending to his wound
he wondered if he had defeated death
once and for all
or if it would come back
and claim him again

yeahhhhhh
the wanderer

and as he tended his wound
trying to stop the bleed
he passed out into a dream
to a place he’s never been
to a place he’s never been

the wanderer roamed
found no sense in all he saw
symbolisms abounded
life nor death existed

distorted images
evil temptresses
monstrous hounds
turmoil everywhere

he felt a pain to his head
and now he was in a dream within a dream

when he came too
he realized there was no dream
as he stared at his lifeless body
he realized he had passed

but here on earth he remained
the wanderer now wandered again
a spirit to help who he could
a spirit unclaimed by gods