Made of stone and yet alive
A colossal collection of rock
Held together by forces far beyond
The simple fantasy of man
Nevertheless, it still stands there
And it always has
The mountain reaches for the sky
It always will and it can never die

At the foot of the mountain
A forest is blooming
The smells from its flowers
It is incredible
How can such beauty
Thrive at the feet
Of what has claimed so many lives
Many men have tried to concur
But almost all has failed
For thousands of years
The only one still standing
Mountain can never die
It is free from all the chains of men
Free from disease and pain and sorrow
But can it truly be called freedom
When you are bound and cursed to always stand
No matter if we live or die
Mountain lives on
It always has and it always will
Forever standing still

Mountain high up in the sky
As above so below so almighty
It is nonsensical
Almost spiritual
Mountain can never die
I cannot deny that my spirit is high
But admitted I don’t know exactly why
The mountain is taking my breath away
My mind is led astray

At the top of the mountain
Ice is alive
As cold as corpses
Of kings long gone
As full of life as the forest
As full of decay is the frost
Yet it still is beautiful
A crystal-clear kingdom of death
A tear escapes the socket of my eye
As I begin to die
What emotion hide beneath the surface
What lies beyond our reach
Permanent frost on the mountaintop
Nothing can live here
Nothing except the mountain itself
It thrives in the cold as it does in the green
How is it possible
What does it mean
I have been atop for too long
Hypothermia has become unavoidable
I cannot live and as I die
I can’t help but to smile
Let me tell you why
All these words aren’t even closely
Describing upon what I gaze
The beauty of the mountaintop I see
A memory that not even death can erase
I want to believe that it was it worth
But I can never be sure

One thing certain is that my death
On the mountain is pure

Mountain high up in the sky
As above so below so almighty
It is nonsensical
Almost spiritual
Mountain can never die
I cannot deny that my spirit is high
But admitted I don’t know exactly why
The mountain is taking my breath away
Mountain high up in the sky
As above so below so almighty
It is nonsensical
Almost spiritual
Mountain can never die
I cannot deny that my spirit is high
But admitted I don’t know exactly why
The mountain is taking my breath away
My mind is led astray

This is what happens on the mountain
This is what happens on the mountain
This is what happens on the mountain
This is what happens on the mountain
This is what happens on the mountain
This is what happens on the mountain
This is what happens on the mountain