My journey covered the world as then known
Crossing rivers, oceans, forests and deserts
Chasing the one's path, who'd stolen a throne
With weapons hand held or thrown in combat
Covered in an armor of chain and full helmet
Chasing one who'd fled over dust and bones
Who used a land's features to aid the escape
Hiding overnight by a gloom of open tombs
In time I would find the thief and must him
In transit across the land of Eurasian climes
Dangerous land, filled with dangerous tribes
But if the thief could live, I must at last ride
