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 goden 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?
Rewars and riches
Here within our reach
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
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
Sunless, starless, pathless is the way
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