A road so old, so dark - A trail where the damned walk I''ve reached the gates of Schattentor Here under this sycamore - Lies buried my claymore Through long absence I have not been here
Now armed with dagger, sword and bow - A thief will never let you know That he is blamed to be the source - The bringer of an evil curse That he is evil, honourless - Never crave a good fight Yes I''m a thief, a larcenist - A creature of the night
Torches guide my way to Shattentor - Where wandering souls forlorn For gold my soul will wander alone Will wander alone
I''m a thief who never learned to fear - Often quiet when you come near My life is all I hold dear - I am well paid for the bloodstains long For robbing the wicked - And sending them where they belong
The guardian knights next to arrive - No, they will leave me alive I saw their horses, through the tress - Heard their panting through the leaves Rumble, ruble through the grass - Through villages they pass And over hills to find the thief - Known far and wide
I''m the tief known fear - The thief known far and wide Know places I can hide - To elude a guard or enemy very close For I am swift and clever than the most - The people don''t know what I''m inside