All For One - Qntal

I must go walk the woods so wild

And wander here and there

In dred and dedly fere

For where I trusted, I am begild

And all for one

Thus am I banisshed from by blis

By craft and false pretens

Fautles without offens

As of return no certen is

And all for fere of one

The ronning stremes shall be my drinke

Acorns schall be my fode

Nothing may do me good

But when your bewty I do think

And all for love of one