At The Stormy Gates of Mist

Endless tall mountainsides Gates to open wide Land of dragonbirths Sorrow always rains On a frosty path to sorrow Guarded by unearthly beasts Darkening memories Claim that winter never dies With bad moons enshrined In the heart Northern darkness walks With me hand in hand Endless tall mountainsides Gates to open wide Land of dragonbirths Sorrow always rains What waits me there Behind the permafrost Views that eye can never bear At the stormy gates of mist I'm still standing...