Traveling over the world
On a one horse trail
The nights so cold
The days a wash in frost
Ghosts of a thousand years
Lonely company
Wind whispering their names
Guiding gently
Pointing towards ambition
A one man trek in the snow
Mountains shadow blocking all light
In the north where there is no midnight
A howl of reality
The hunger to live
Silence on the wind
Traveling over the world
On a one horse trail
A horse is a good meal
Ghosts of thousand years
Lonely company
Guiding gently
Pointing towards a goal
A lonely shack on top of a mountain
Getting closer with every step
In the night it is the only light
In the day it is the only building in sight
A lonely outpost from here to half way
Reaching the door
A voice asks anything to declare
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