The Nameless Roams The Earth

With a heart that holds the fury of storms
His maker long gone, he wanders alone
For years he has trodden the cold, lonely path
One of a kind he's searching for answers

The nameless wanders the earth,
He looks to the skies,
As he strives now to find,
The meaning of his birth

Fluent in the tongues of all men,
From the runes of the old world,
To the songs of the birds,
Seeking to solve his riddle filled life

The nameless wanders the earth
He looks to the skies
As he strives now to find
The meaning of his birth

Though tender of soul and a poet of voice
He harbours the means to stand true in a fight
No needing for friends and with enemies few
He roams through the Earth as a human like you
But who is this creature, a man or a beast
Or something in between...