The roots of the mountain, dwell deep in dark earth
Forlorn against bright stars, wild beasts clamber
Around in the darkness, feasting on fear
The howling winds, marching the journey towards the mountain
The soughing winds, shrouding the giant with the darkness.
Weighty is the sight... The spirit flame shall alight...
The sun is rising. Shall wear the mountain down.
The might time fall, can break its colossal back.
The nefarious witch of death mountain. Wrapped in the evening cold
The sky slowly bled, welcoming the foreboding night
