An old man in a world of magic, Where light and shadows play, Was a poor man in sorrow, Long ago lost his kin. But in his heart a fire burns, And the path to the city calls. Strength in his soul unbroken, He knows that time goes on.

He goes home, to the light at the end, Helping people in battle and in the end, Destroying the darkness, He goes straight ahead, With each step closer, The way home!

Forests and mountains around, Ancient secrets they hold. The old man with a sword in hand, Will pave the way to the light. Strength in his eyes burns, Peace in his soul he carries. And every passerby knows, He will return hope.

He goes home, to the light at the end, Helping people in battle and in the end, Destroying the darkness, He goes straight ahead, With each step closer, The way home!

The memory of the past does not fade, But ahead is a bright path. Shadows disappear in the distance, He will not turn back, will not turn back.

He goes home, to the light at the end, Helping people in battle and in the end, Destroying the darkness, He goes straight ahead, With each step closer, The way home!

The way home! The old man goes to the light, The way home!