Ballad Of The Wandering Knight

Through the hills, under moonlit skies
His banner rides where the eagle flies

Steel on his back, yet his heart stays light
He guards the weak through the darkest night
From village to castle, the stories grow
Of the knight who stands where the cold winds blow

Raise your cups for the wandering knight
Through rain and storm, through fire and fight
His sword is sworn to the truth and right
A beacon burning in the endless night

No crown to wear, no throne to claim
Only honor bound to his name
Through battles won and wounds that mend
He rides until the very end

May the roads be kind, may the skies be clear
For the knight we hold so dear