Roads of grass, blossoms grow,
evergreen lands of hope,
weather's calm drives my soul
like the melody of a old song.
Roads of dirt, guide me along
shattered lands of endless foes.
Blood will spread and pain will flow,
but my heart will go on.
Roads doesn't matter where they go
because all of them are aligned in one,
one that will start over and over again
to never stop, until the end.
