Still I bear the flowers of pain, of solitude And still I bear the flowers The flowers of solitude ♪ And on the mountain's side Grim-looking gate lies Staring towards the north Waiting in solitude ♪ Barring the way inside The giant doors of stone Not built for mortal men Not made for us to pass ♪ Vile trick of ornery gods? Rewards and riches Right here within our reach Not within our grasp I walk with my head down Wind blows right through my waning heart Weightless, like a bird in my arms She looks into the bottom of my soul ♪ Grave tidings from the northside Grave is the tone of this night Weightsome the dark around us The weight of time upon us ♪ No one will sing tonight No one will leave the pyre Dreaming of gloden wolf Dreading the winter's might ♪ Vile trick of ornery gods? Rewards and riches Right here within our reach Not within our grasp Not within our grasp