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The sleepy nature

And evening peace,

Just wind is raging

In the willow trees.

You left your home

And the journey began.

Now you are a stranger,

A traveling man.

The blind cripple

Pointed the way:

He lied and wanted

To lead you astray.

Through the hollows,

To where the darkness reigns,

Where dales are haunted,

Under the falling rains.

To the Ancient Tower,

In the deadly lands,

To the bleak abode,

Where the wandering ends.

Уou're doomed to grasp,

After the pain and plague:

None of the roads

Will lead you back.

...Will lead you back home.

The road is calling

So far away.

The road is calling me,

I can not stay.