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 [bad word] to me
No shape from loneliness
For a dream

queen of gold I made
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
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