The days are fading and the night is falling

Alone he stands, a wandering soul

With but sword in his hand and the wind at his back.

Alone he survives

Through the eves and the brush

Alone he walks though the waning moonlight

Though no one knows he's there

Alone through sorrow and pain

But the darkness he has revoked

Alone until the day that destiny finds him

The light that shines through the shadow