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

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
Still I bear the flowers of solitude

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

What trick of gods is this?
Rewars and riches
Here within our reach
Yet no within our grasp

No

Yet no 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