Behind the Veil

Here I kneel amongst the dead

My mind a clouded haze

Dancing o’er the field of death

A vixen calls my name

Behind the veil of gossamer frame ivory white

Voice like a harp with cruelty in its’ chime

The northern lights begin to dance the sky’s alive

Her haunting laugh echoing off the ice

I’d die just to find what’s behind the veil

She lures me through the snow-clad peaks

This wench in gossamer

My smoldering heart she hopes to reap

The Frost Giant’s daughter

She beckons me with body white and golden mane

To follow her across the icy waste

She taunts me on, entices me, to violent rage

My frozen limbs fed fire from the chase

I’d die just to find what’s behind the veil

I’d die just to find what’s behind the veil