Winter's Gate, Pt. 3

And yet it wrings me

Like a strange cold hand

And yet it burns me

Like a viper's tongueBetter it would be

To lie on bed of silt

And watch the moon's face

From under the wavesBetter it would be

To rest on bed of mire

Inside the ocean's womb

Dreaming of days long gone

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