And there amidst the fog, A solemn man rises, Its pinnacle touching the grey sky, webs around his nervous system, Silent spruces guarding the shores, There wait's a grinning prize, Worthy of legend there wait's a golden wolf, A beast with six legs, There wait's a grinning prize, And yet I search on and yet I wait, To find your shadow amidst the darkest night, dark, tarnished, gold