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
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
