Oh what do I see Rising from the mists of the earth Se majestic and alluring It is where I want to be forever Pathways of darkness feed me Upon burning feet I ascend the steps Through cold dense clouds I fade away Floating up to the ancient cliffs again Dripping with ice Old broken silver fangs Streams under the shattered bridge Ghastly shadows Scattered wide the jagged terrain Haunted with moonlit melancholy Return me to the mountains of north The frozen peak where icicles form the past Violent storms of hatred blur my eyes Snow covering all the barren landscape The wolves cove the immortal path I wait here for the deity to greet me Take me home to the tundra Where I was born and lived alone I desire to return To the mountain where icicles formed