I had once gazed toward the snowcapped peak
Frosty springs had yet flow into the prologue
But appear skybound the eyes of others in the dark hours
Clouds enveloped the mason in the village
And travelers peer into the Amber's past
The journey of my heart
Is the pilgrimage of my soul
I had once gazed toward the snowcapped peak
In the days boreas borrowed my singing voice
The land and the birds will all fall silent
You will see the spine of the world on the mining veins
Above the stars and below the bonfire wood
Forging memories in the name of the blacksmith
Given meaning by the supreme fire
I dig burrows, and you build walls
I dig burrows, and you build walls
And one day the walls will fall
And one day the tears will fall
The end is etched into the distant plains
Waiting for this poem to die
Till the snowcapped peaks close their eyes
Or the flowers fall