Into the west, we have far to go.
Across the land to where my home calls me.
It will not call you like it does to me.
But let me tell you, we will be free.
Free of mortal struggle, of despair, of all cares.
This to you I swear.
So don’t look back,
Or your will will crack.
Come my friend, let us go.
Because, we have far to go.