Through summer night and winter day,
'cross forests, fields and mountains grey,
A lonesome lady wandered her way,
not caring if she would ever stray.
At dusk the river she'd finally crossed,
The water, foamed waves it tossed.
But never could it make her rest.
She followed the wind along her quest.
Far from home she finally could
Follow her way along the wood
And down along the riverside.
Above the stars had spread out wide.
Without a look, without a thought,
Of all the battles she had fought,
She crossed the fields of broken shields
And never noticed how it feels.
Her black hair's like a waterfall,
She was beautiful and tall,
But always wand'rin' all alone,
Without a fellow on her own.
Away before the break of dawn
She follow'd the maps she'd never drawn.
Overland she went on day by day
Throughout on her endless way.
At least she finally reached her end:
The tiredness she couldn't stand.
Heavy fog was all around.
And broken fell her sword to ground.
Forever spread out in the grass
Her dreams fell down like shattered glass.
To tell the world: "If here she dies
She'll rest beneath the starry skies."