Lyrics

From Silverpine’s shadowed vale,
To Barrens dry and frail,
A traveler walks, a fire burns,
A name the wind exhales.

A specter clad in embered black,
His eyes like hollowed night,
No warmth within his burning hands,
Yet all he touched ignites.

Oh, wanderer bound in ghostly chains,
Does fire light your way?
Or does it whisper, twist, and call,
To lead your soul astray?

The Succubus sings with silken lies,
Yet speaks with another tongue,
Not demon’s voice, but something lost,
A hymn of days undone.

In thundered march through battle’s din,
The Kolkar screamed and fell,
The pirates burned, their ashes cast,
To feed his growing spell.

Oh, wanderer bound in ghostly chains,
Does fire light your way?
Or does it whisper, twist, and call,
To lead your soul astray?

In Hillsbrad’s war, his name was feared,
A fire that none could tame,
A shadow cast by fate’s cruel hand,
That whispered through the flame.

He does not seek what Azeroth holds,
Nor bend to fate’s demand,
He walks a road of shattered threads,
A firestone in hand.

The whispers dance, they call his name,
They mock, they plead, they cry,
Yet still he walks, through fire and dark,
Beneath a burning sky.

Oh, wanderer bound in ghostly chains,
Does fire light your way?
Or does it whisper, twist, and call,
To lead your soul astray?