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