Born to ride towards the setting sun,
With a slightly golden saddle on,
In a town I meet my comrades there,
Friends no foes in this unlikely group,
Downing drinks around the table here,
Local tavern calls itself a home,
Sharing stories of our travels done,
Of the lands I have been in before,
Of the lands I hope to venture to,
And absorb the tales of their own now,
What lands whence they come from and indeed,
What lands they hope to see someday soon,
Join together on a mutual quest,
Explore caverns of the unknown world,
Do uncover treasures never known,
Rise to the one very challenge near,
Friendship not a battle that I fear,
Every morning rise to my call so,
An adventure does await us now!
Despise of golden rising sun now,
I'm leaving the town and my friends there,
If they call I will still hear them so,
If anybody offered me a journey,
I would be sure to ride at their side,
But soon I will be too far to hear,
And they are now my fallen comrades,
And to continue to ride with them,
Would be something that I do wish for,
Now saddled up once again I move,
And headed towards western sky now,
I beckoned all of them to join me,
But a few [come] slowly the rest behind,
Confused but still does it await me,
Discouraged yet some thing still beckons,
I care not sit around forever,
So from my friends I do depart *sigh*.
Over the horizon heaven awaits me,
It is there for anybody to find,
If they come not now then later,
But for me it may be a lonely journey,
And through the wasteland I ride alone...