From the mystic dream of a nighttime I saw the clarity of my days From the gates of longing Looked for the familiar glow The d**h of my wife's slayer Brought no comfort to me No shape for loneliness For a dream A queen of gold I made A silver bride I built From the northern summer nights 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 silvery shape A 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 warmth (Silver Bride) no love (Queen of gold) I made her (Silver Bride) I built her (Queen of gold) no warmth (Silver Bride) no life