Winter’s Gate, Pt. 2 Insomnium

[The Golden Wolf]

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