Pursued by a Memory and a Bruised Ego

The wolves inside and the wolves in the mountains
Surrounding me inside and outside
Death seems so eminent in this frozen wasteland
All has been taken, it seems, by the tide

Gone into infinity
Pursued by a memory
Gone into snow
Pursued by a bruised ego

But by the sound of a gunshot
Riders, a familiar lot
Apparitions as if taken from my memory
With fire and brimstone towards me

Gone into infinity
Pursued by a memory
Gone into snow
Pursued by a bruised ego

His loving hand meets her hand but his is soaked in blood
Her eyes turn shadowy from a sense of unworth
From hell he's crawled through flame and rocks, dirt and mud
Until he'd come back to the surface of the earth

Unspoken words streaming down his face
The memories of this woman that he’d once wed
His eyes meet at last her gloomy gaze
Words that will forever remain unsaid

Bear with him though, for he knows not what he does
His is but a man, and a new one at that
In the end, what will come to him is loss
But from misery will he earn his hat

Gone into infinity
Pursued by a memory
Gone into snow
Pursued by a bruised ego

Gone into infinity
Pursued by a memory
Gone into snow
Pursued by a bruised ego