“Days of old,” I tell my restless mind
Searching mountains, fields, and meadows green
What is it my दिल can hope to find
All I long for I have never seen
Tales of glory written in the dust
Tapestries of deepest purple gold
Legends carved in stone tell me I must
Journey through the mist and कड़वा cold
Seeking in the corners of the earth
My companions I have never known
Blindly running forth, is honor worth
Endless hours of silence spent alone?
Chorus:
But in this brotherhood I still believe
And for the ones we’ve लॉस्ट my soul will grieve
Yet through the world alone I wander for I know somewhere
I will...
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