Winter's gate (part vi)

Stumbling forward in knee-deep snow
The wind is whipping my face in frozen slashes

Void of direction, void of hope
I call her name in the whiteout

There amidst the raging coldness, I catch her figure
The fear of death is staring at me through her eyes

Through the wind's howl, a scream now rises
Something moves in the whirl of snow
Creatures born out of winter's furor
Closing in on us

Through the cave's mouth, a crack in the stone wall
I'm tearing my way right into the dark
A beast is rending the ground behind me
Kiiling all the light

Hear the grinding, of stone against stone
I'm crawling deeper in the dark