Wind bites hard at ridge top height
Snow piles deep through frozen night
Stone arch stands where ancients prayed
Hound curls up in shade he made
Stone hound sleeps where kings once knelt
Snow drifts pile on belt and pelt
No crown remains but fur and bone
He guards the dark he calls his own
Paw prints fade on marble stair
Incense ghost hangs in the air
Cracked vase holds a frozen pool
He drinks slow by ancient rule
Stone hound sleeps where kings once knelt
Snow drifts pile on belt and pelt
No crown remains but fur and bone
He guards the dark he calls his own
Morning light paints gold on gray
Hound rises starts his day
No diner hash waits down below
Just mice that scurry in the snow
Stone hound sleeps where kings once knelt
Snow drifts pile on belt and pelt
No crown remains but fur and bone
He guards the dark he calls his own
Cook pours coffee black and deep
Watches snow the city keep
Thinks of hound in mountain cold
Warmer than the stories told
Temple bell has long since cracked
But hound don't care for things like that
He owns the night he owns the dawn
King of ruins King of gone
Stone hound sleeps where kings once knelt
Snow drifts pile on belt and pelt
No crown remains but fur and bone
He guards the dark he calls his own
Stone hound reigns on frozen throne
Snow falls soft on temple stone
Old hound finds a place to own
