Oft to the wanderer, weary of exile No man is living, no comrade left Where can I go now, to pledge, to booze, to feast To serve the Lord Gone is that gladness and never again Shall shine the alliance of comrade and king I am a warrior, I keep my counsel And lock my lips I'm all on my own I'll follow when you call, for feasting at nightfall Guiding light of the north Show me the way to the mead hall At night while dreaming, reflections within Of comrades, the earl and how faithful they've been While waking up, it is breaking all apart Just one thing grabs his heart I'm all on my own I'll follow when you call, for feasting at nightfall Guiding light of the north Show me the way to the mead hall