I met bandits at the passes,

As precariously I climbed ...

Shared a pint with lads and lasses,

As in wayhouses we dined.

Fought fierce dragons in the caverns,

And harpies in the skies ...

Marvelled at majestic wyverns,

Heard the wild black raven's cries.

And when I'd tire from my rambling,

At the sunset of my trial...

With heavy eyes, my feet a-stumbling,

I'd trudge that last eternal mile...

Sweet Delos is my Journey's End,

Yes, this home is my heart's quest ...

And no matter where the road will wend,

Will be in Delos that I take my rest.