Winter'S Gate, Pt. 6

Stumbling forward in knee-deep snow
The wind is whipping my face in frozen slashes

Void of direction
Void of hope
I call her name in the whiteout

There amidst the raging coldness
I catch her figure
The fear of death is staring at me through her eyes

Through the wind's howl, a scream now rises
Something moves in the whirl of snow
Creatures born out of winter's furor
Closing in on us

Through the cave's mouth, a crack in the stone wall
I'm tearing my way right into the dark
A beast is rending the ground behind me
Killing all the light

I hear the grinding
Of stone against stone
Crawling deeper in the dark