In freezing mists of foreign lands, I lost sight of my true love’s hand.
Into the arms of warmth I ran, I knew my love would understand.
She kept me warm, my soul was fed, I had a muse, a fire, a bed.
I soon forgot the life I’d known, this foreign land became my home.
The winds rolled in across the sea, they brought my true love’s voice to me.
I knew this girl would understand, I had to find my true love’s hand.
~ Carl Barat with Karsh Kale & Papon, The Minstrel’s Tale (The Dewarists)