Wan are the wilds where I wander and wend

[Verse I] Wan are the wilds where I wander and wend, wastes wrought weary by war and by wind. Step after step since the start of my send, still I return by the road I have thinned. [Verse II] Lo, how the loam learneth slowly my tread, softening stone where my circuits are cast. Over and onward the old miles are spread, round and returning as ages are passed. [Chorus] Why do I wander? Why do I wend? Why must my motion move without end? Forward then folding, folded again ever the same worn wheel of the plain. [Verse III] Bleak are the boroughs I behold and bemoan, spires split silent in sulphurous sky. Still must I stride through the cinders alone, seeking some sense that the sands still deny. [Bridge] Should some shadow stand stark in my sight, swift shall the shot from my shoulder be thrown. What is a foe I fathom not right yet stands the steel ever steady and shown. [Final Chorus] Why do I wander? Why do I wend? Why doth this roaming refuse its end? Round upon ruin, again and again till even the road forgets my name.