Winter’s Gate, Pt. 2

And there, amidst the fog
A solemn mountain rises
Its pinnacle touching the grey sky
Silent spruces guarding the shores

There wait's a grinning prize
Worthy of legend there wait's a golden wolf
A beast with six legs
There wait's a grinning prize!

And yet I search on and yet I wait
To find your shadow amidst the darkest night

And yet I search on and yet I wait
To find your shadow amidst the darkest night

Still I bear the flowers of pain
And still I bear flowers of solitude
Still I bear the flowers of pain
And still I bear flowers of solitude

What trick of Gods is this?
Rewards and riches here within our reach
Yet not within our grasp!

Yet not within our grasp!

And yet I search on and yet I wait
To find your shadow amidst the darkest night
And yet I search on and yet I wait
To find a place where no sorrow creeps in

And yet it wrings me
Like a strange cold hand and yet it burns me
Like a viper’s tongue

And yet it wrings me
Like a strange cold hand and yet it burns me
Like a viper’s tongue

And yet it wrings me
Like a strange cold hand and yet it burns me
Like a viper’s tongue

Better it would be to lie on bed of silt
And watch the moon’s face
From under the waves

Better it would be to rest on bed of mire
Inside the ocean’s womb
Dreaming of days long gone days long gone!
Sunless, starless pathless is the way