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 too
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