I set my feet on a path unknown,
where the mist runs cold through the valley stone.
The dawn was pale, the sky held gray,
and the wind led me where shadows stray.
Through haunted peaks and hills that weep,
I searched for what the past can keep.
where the mist runs cold through the valley stone.
The dawn was pale, the sky held gray,
and the wind led me where shadows stray.
Through haunted peaks and hills that weep,
I searched for what the past can keep.