Silent yearning and back to her I turn,
Stark cold, beauty, winter's crystal Queen.
Thirst for knowledge, before her throne I learn.
Pulling, orbit around me chaos churns,
Drawn in closer, so constant and serene.
Thirst for knowledge, before her throne I learn.
Deeply searching, such hunger to discern.
Satisfaction, wakening from a dream.
Silent yearning and back to her I turn.
Sorting, gleaning her ancient mirror burns,
Solving riddles, beneath it's silvered sheen.
Silent yearning and back to her I turn,
Many facets reflecting oh so stern
Face my failings upon its truth I lean.
Thirst for knowledge, before her throne I learn.
Chair of wisdom, reserved for winter's Queen,
Round its shadow her students will convene.
Silent yearning and back to her I turn,
Thirst for knowledge, before her throne I learn.
