Many years it has been

Since upon these hills I set myself,

Far from the troubles of men.


For after a lifetime of warring,

There comes a point where one feels

They must leave for a life they'd once consider boring.


I have traveled far and wide,

Collected treasures and fought foes.

Yet nothing compares to my loving bride.


And those who were my comrades

In raiding and facing this wide world,

Have also become some sort of nomads.


For that life does not last long.

Many have been taken far too soon,

Never to hear their children's sweet song.


Fortunate then are we

To walk away with our lives,

And learn the joy and love that finding a family truly be.