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