Of Mice and Mountains - Dyscarnate

Welcome to a place where the cold is strong

Where the winters are slow and the road is long

The mountain is my master

A slave to the climb but I must climb faster

Who is that man walking into white?

He beckons to me and disappears from sight

It tears at my face but I bear the storm

It matters not for the bonds keep me warm

Welcome to a place where you’re far from home

Where the walls are white and you struggle alone

He cannot see my face, he’s getting worse

At the peak of insanity, climbing in reverse

Storms in his eyes give light to my cause

Saving his mind to animate this corpse

His fits intensify, these bonds must tighten

Trembling, his stare knows no horizon

I feel no pain.

I know no fear

And I see no God up here

Upon the frosted fang

Who is that man beckoning finger aloft?

Though I fall I pick myself up

It matters not for the rocks are so soft

There can’t be another, for I am alone

Finding respite, sheltered by a stone

I close my eyes and cover my ears

The man disappears

I see the mountain

I see clouds follow me

My eyes cripple horizons

Beyond what man has ever seen

I lust for the mountain

The summit calls my mortal soul:

«Cast yourself from the peak

That I might swallow you whole.»

Welcome to a place where the river never dries

Where the road goes on and the winter never dies

This is my march where my will never bends

Where the mountain is tall and my climb never ends