Wandering Minstrel

Longest journey, my separateness
Dehydrated by the roasting sun
Wandering minstrel, travelling single
Too tired to go on, unable to run
When the daylight turns into night
Aghast at the apalling moon
For fear of the dark I feel so slight
Only new dawn could be my boon
In the hush of night I am quite alone
I hear thunder growling in the distance
I can see the fiery sky
By nothing I can be mollified
I got the fire, I am still alive
I spread my wings to fly
The gloominess of my life calmly falls
In my head there's a plaintive silence
In the quiet of the night
A sudden light pierced the darkness
Is it a day of reckoning
Or my recurrent nightmares
In the quiet...
Like a giant bird of fate and doom
For the sigh is late, too late
I am the raven, I am the dark
I am the night, I am the only one.