[Intro]
By candle smoke and winter rain
A lone voice crossed the vale
With splintered lute and travel stains
He sang the ancient tale

[Verse]
I have no crest upon my cloak
No castle calls my name
I trade my songs for bread and fire
And leave before the flame
From barley fields to mountain stones
From harbor fog to sand
They know my voice, but not my heart
A singer without a land

[Pre-Chorus]
Yet every door grows quiet
When the old refrain begins
As if the dust remembers
All the buried royal sins

[Chorus]
I am the singer without a land
With a broken lute in my hand
I carry kings in a beggar’s rhyme
And ghosts from a murdered time
Raise up your cups, let the rafters stand
For the singer without a land
My road is long, my name is sand
I am the singer without a land

[Verse]
The children ask of silver crowns
The elders turn away
The soldiers spit when I sing loud
Of Arvandor’s lost day
They say the throne was lawfully won
They say the bloodline died
But every song my mother taught
Still burns with something denied

[Pre-Chorus]
A raven watched the village square
A stranger marked my face
And when I sang the final verse
The room fell out of place

[Chorus]
I am the singer without a land
With a broken lute in my hand
I carry kings in a beggar’s rhyme
And ghosts from a murdered time
Raise up your cups, let the rafters stand
For the singer without a land
My road is long, my name is sand
I am the singer without a land

[Instrumental]
Oh, carry the flame
Oh, remember the name
Oh, under the rain
The lost shall rise again

[Bridge]
I never held a sword
I never wore a chain
But something in the melody
Was sharper than the blade

[Breakdown]
No throne
No crown
No home
No ground
But still my song goes on

[Build-up]
If legends lie, then let them fall
If truth still lives, then let it call
I’ll follow where the verses lead
Through ash and thorn and royal seed

[Chorus]
I am the singer without a land
With a broken lute in my hand
I carry kings in a beggar’s rhyme
And ghosts from a murdered time
Raise up your cups, let the rafters stand
For the singer without a land
My road is long, my name is sand
I am the singer without a land

[Chorus]
I am the singer without a land
With thunder sleeping in my hand
If songs can wake the hearts of men
Then I will sing them home again
Raise up your cups, let the rafters stand
For the singer without a land
My road is long, my name is sand
I am the singer without a land

[Outro]
By candle smoke and winter rain
The old roads called his name