[Verse 1] Through the pines where the old roads fade, Walks a man in a weathered shade, Silver-blue eyes beneath his hood, Following trails through the ancient wood. Boots worn down by a thousand miles, Dry little jokes and reluctant smiles, He watches the earth, the branch, the stone, And walks where few would dare alone. [Chorus] Wander on, wander on, down the Veiled Road, Through the rain and the frost with a weary load, With steel at your side and the stars overhead, Through forgotten paths where old spirits tread. He seeks no crown, no songs, no throne, Yet never leaves the helpless alone. Wander on, Ranger… Wander on. [Verse 2] Observe and plan, prepare and endure, Simple solutions are often the cure, For magic has prices that mortals must pay, So wisdom and patience will guide his way. Little Spuds follows close at his heel, Stealing his rations with practiced zeal, The Ranger just sighs as the raccoon runs free— “Half of that kit once belonged to me.” [Verse 3] A blade from his wife rests close to his heart, Though distant roads may keep them apart, And spirits that linger beyond mortal sight Know well his footsteps beneath the moonlight. Behind all the caution, the scars, and the grime, There’s kindness revealed only time after time, He helps without asking for glory or praise, Then disappears down forgotten ways. [Final Chorus] Wander on, wander on, down the Veiled Road, Where the cold mountain winds through the dark forest blow, With companions beside him and memories behind, A weary old traveler, stubborn and kind. No prophecy calls him. No kingdom awaits. Just another long road And another old gate. So kindle the fire, Let morning come slow… Wander on, Ranger… Wherever the Veiled Road goes.
