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Coming of the winter

the last days of the light

the beast approaches from the North

the cold and gloomy night

the scourge for all the pilgrims

who need to stop their trails

and find a place to stay

The wind has spread rumors

that there’s a place to go

where you can order beer and mead

and hearth to warm your bones

please welcome to the tavern

where no one is alone

the Inn of the Last Home

There’s a lonesome light in the twilight

cosy place to outlast the night

when you open the door

you can see friends from trails

sharing tales and singing along

On my way back home

on my own

back from distant trails

far to the north

I have crossed the land

back and forth

now there’s one more voyage to go

through the cold

The night of raging winter

the fun was at full swing

when beer was drunk and stories told

lone man began to sing

the crowd then joined the chorus

and formed a single voice

of folks and their rejoice

On my way back home

on my own

back from distant trails

far to the north

I have crossed the land

back and forth

now there’s one more voyage to go

through the cold

There’s a lonesome light in the twilight

cosy place to outlast the night

when you open the door

you can see friends from trails

sharing tales and singing along

On my way back home

on my own

back from distant trails

far to the north

I have crossed the land

back and forth

now there’s one more voyage to go

through the cold

On my way back home

on my own

back from distant trails

far to the north

I have crossed the land

back and forth

now there’s one more voyage to go

take me home