Die Walkure. Call me what you will.

...AND THE ROAD BECOMES MY BRIDE
I HAVE STRIPPED OF ALL BUT PRIDE
SO IN HER I DO CONFIDE
AND SHE KEEPS ME SATISFIED
GIVES ME ALL I NEED

...AND WITH DUST IN THROAT I CRAVE
ONLY KNOWLEDGE WILL I SAVE
TO THE GAME YOU STAY A SLAVE
ROVER WANDERER
NOMAD VAGABOND
CALL ME WHAT YOU WILL

BUT I´LL TAKE MY TIME ANYWHERE
FREE TO SPEAK MY MIND ANYWHERE
AND I´LL REDEFINE ANYWHERE
ANYWHERE I MAY ROAM
WHERE I LAY MY HEAD IS HOME

...AND THE EARTH BECOMES MY THRONE
I ADAPT TO THE UNKNOWN
UNDER WANDERING STARS I´VE GROWN
BY MYSELF BUT NOT ALONE
I ASK NO ONE

...AND MY TIES ARE SEVERED CLEAN
THE LESS I HAVE THE MORE I GAIN
OFF THE BEATEN PATH I REIGN
ROVER WANDERER
NOMAD VAGABOND
CALL ME WHAT YOU WILL

BUT I´LL TAKE MY TIME ANYWHERE
I´M FREE TO SPEAK MY MIND ANYWHERE
AND I´LL NEVER MIND ANYWHERE
ANYWHERE I MAY ROAM
WHERE I LAY MY HEAD IS HOME

BUT I´LL TAKE MY TIME ANYWHERE
FREE TO SPEAK MY MIND
AND I´LL TAKE MY FIND ANYWHERE
ANYWHERE I MAY ROAM
WHERE I LAY MY HEAD IS HOME

CARVED UPON MY STONE
MY BODY LIE, BUT STILL I ROAM
WHEREVER I MAY ROAM...