Crossroads Inn

Near the city of Crossroads

There′s a humble young man

Working in an old tavern

Dreaming of fame

Satisfying the wandering hearts

Was his aim, being careful

Not to get caught in political fights – in the fire

Sinners or saints

All are welcome here

All the roads lead here

A home for all the wanderers

Crossroads Inn

The place where all the quests begin

Fate had other plans for him

From king of the drunkards to

Sole and rightful heir to the throne

Saved by the father he never met

So, everyone

Will know his name from now on – in the land

Sinners or saints

All are welcome here

All the roads lead here

A home for all the wanderers

Crossroads Inn

The place where all the quests begin

A glass of wine and a song of heroes

Crossroads Inn

The place where all the adventures end

All the roads lead here

A home for all the wanderers

Crossroads Inn

The place where all the quests begin

A glass of wine and a song of heroes

Crossroads Inn

The place where all the adventures end