Now I admit what is obvious:
this is no place to stay.
Though I know all that's behind
and nothing before me.
I must move on, I'm a roamer,
a wanderer on his way.
How come my feet just
won't follow the road that
was chosen for me.
On stormwinds I'm riding,
there's no sense in hiding.
There's no doubt at all,
the last wall will fall.
And now that I can see
I am way before me,
I'll fly just to follow the call.
This is the way.
(I am the pathfinder)
The very next step leads
me straight to the core.
At the end of the day.
(I am the pathfinder)
Still roaming on that's
what pathfinders for.
Ten years of trying to fly
have proven the strength in me.
Not one single time was
I able to lift off the ground.
Now I fly higher and faster
because I believe in me.
My black wings are beating
