There is nothing left for me here.
I must ramble on.

I seek comfort and friendship.
I must find it.

I travel to where my lost friends dwell.
It is there I stay.

I need to clear my head in the land of spirits.
I will return.

My fallen comrades miss our pack.
We have been split.

I seek for us all to unite again.
I will need their blessings.

My path is cold, long and dark.
Their friendship warms.
Their friendship guides.
Their friendship lights.

I will borrow their strength.
I will honor them.

We ride to war once more.