Winter's Gate Part II

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

There waits a grinning prize
Worthy of legend
There waits a golden wolf
A beast with six legs.

And yet I search on
And yet I wait
To find your shadow
Amidst the darkest night.

Still I bear the flowers of pain
Still I bear the flowers of solitude.

What trick of gods is this?
Rewards and riches
Here within our reach
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.

Better it would be
To lie on a 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.

Sunless, starless, pathless is the way.