Morning breaks (gentle as whispers start)
Paths wind (through the forest deep and dark)
Colours blaze (reds and golds underfoot)
Mountains call (echoes in the woods)
Breath held (as the climb begins anew)
Step by step (in the autumn's cool embrace)
Trails beyond Lajosháza (where the wild grows)
Hold the soul (in their rugged arms)
Feet finding rhythm (through the maze of mud)
Unseen stars guide us (to the peaks above)
Riverbeds (full and fast from the rain)
Streams cross (trickling paths we've yet to name)
Heartbeats rise (with every sharp ascent)
Spirits high (in the chill air's accent)
Echos fade (with the sun's angling light)
We push on (in the grasp of twilight)
Trails beyond Lajosháza (where the wild grows)
Hold the soul (in their rugged arms)
Feet finding rhythm (through the maze of mud)
Unseen stars guide us (to the peaks above)
Mud and stone (test our strength, resolve)
Yet they weave (a song of harsh beauty)
Rain descends (a curtain wash of dreams)
In the dark (where the weary fall asleep)
Trails beyond Lajosháza (where the wild grows)
Hold the soul (in their rugged arms)
Feet finding rhythm (through the maze of mud)
Unseen stars guide us (to the peaks above)