Winter's Gate, Pt. 4

Still I bear the flowers of pain, of solitude
 And still I bear the flowers
 The flowers of solitude
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 And on the mountain's side
 Grim-looking gate lies
 Staring towards the north
 Waiting in solitude
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 Barring the way inside
 The giant doors of stone
 Not built for mortal men
 Not made for us to pass
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 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
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 Grave tidings from the northside
 Grave is the tone of this night
 Weightsome the dark around us
 The weight of time upon us
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 No one will sing tonight
 No one will leave the pyre
 Dreaming of gloden wolf
 Dreading the winter's might
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 Vile trick of ornery gods?
 Rewards and riches
 Right here within our reach
 Not within our grasp
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 Not within our grasp