CORRIGER LES PAROLES

Paroles : 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

There waits 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