I am the gate of frozen stone
Watching the peaks all on my own
The wind hits hard and bites the skin
While the long winter nights begin
Green ribbons paint the midnight black
The winter wind is calling back
High Hrothgar glows in velvet light
Painting the ghosts of a frozen night
The climbers come with heavy boots
Digging for truth in ancient roots
They lean on me to find their way
While the white snow turns into grey
A copper pot on a low flame
No one remembers my old name
I taste the salt of a mountain breeze
While the tall pines begin to freeze
Green ribbons paint the midnight black
The winter wind is calling back
High Hrothgar glows in velvet light
Painting the ghosts of a frozen night
The aurora swirls like a neon spill
Holding the valley perfectly still
I feel the shiver in every bone
A heavy king on a granite throne
Coffee is black and the grill is hot
I give the regulars all I got
The sky turns lime and the air turns gold
A story of ice that is never told
Green ribbons paint the midnight black
The winter wind is calling back
High Hrothgar glows in velvet light
Painting the ghosts of a frozen night
Just iron and ice.
Keep the coffee hot.
Cold iron sky.
