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