I want to go RIGHT, RIGHT, and LEFT.
Lord Jethro of Avalon ventures to the south, ever south, then decides to move in the direction of the sunrise. Winter is fast approaching, and he needs to gain time on the pack of vultures and uncultured heathens trailing him at every turn. Feeling the power and freedom of the outlaw, yet burdened with the weight of his mortality, he sends a bittersweet message of song to his consorts. Part melancholy, part hopefully optimistic, the songs show his strength and courage in the face of the long trek ahead of him.