Sun's shy behind the clouds
Tears falling from the sky
He's out and about
Learning the way to fly

He sits across the red dessert
Where  the vultures dives the sand
He's the only one and the first
To make the boy turn to men

What a blessing
To wield the night
He have not got the ring
But he's willing to fight

He has not someone to love
He has not something to lose
He only has his blade
All that is made

He was a warrior