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 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

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 the flowers of solitude

Still I bear the flowers of pain

And 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

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