by Aonghus

Return O mad wandering Lord
your kingdom needs you
our marches have fallen
the north winds have brought cruel men
and tall spears
we need you here
though stricken with madness
you are our best hope
to escape the chains of thralldom
weather we escape them in victory
or in battle death
with you leading the charge
we will strike with stronger breath
come, return O wandering Lord
the madness you suffer
is the madness of the world
the madness of those that feel
you cannot find the wound
but you know the pain is real
as each morn the sun is born
only to die in darkness every eve
take up your arms against your foes
and your worries to destiny leave