From the misty dreams of nighttime
I sought the clarity of my days
From the gates of longing

Looked for the familiar glow

The death of my wife's slayer

Brought no comfort to me
No shape from loneliness
For a dream


A queen of gold I made
A silver bride I built

From the northern summer night
From the winter moon
Responded not my girl

No beating heart I felt
I brought no sighs to the silver lips
No warmth from the gold


Within my heart a flame of desires
Provoked the power of my will

Forced into a silvery shape
A golden queen for me


I made our bed under the stars
Covers a-plenty, bear skin hides
Stroked the arc of golden curves

Kissed the lips of silver

Queen of gold - I made her

Silver Bride - I built her
Queen of gold - no heart
Silver Bride - no warmth


Queen of gold - I made her
Silver Bride - I built her

Queen of gold - no heart
Silver Bride - no life