Through the mountains
This savage fall below me
Engraving the art of deformed life
Sky is below me
The mountain valley of the dead
Spirits has summoned me for my life to take
How could you feel your frozen skin
Your lost love
This vessel of nothing
As you climb this rope of hope
You decline further away
Sacrifice your voice for who
Feel the wind
Levitate to what's worth
Chant the old mountain prayers
For what is worth is to break the only sky
The more you take, you are dying
The more you get, you are dying
Die