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Misty mountains I am on my way.

That’s the place I want to lay to rest.

If eternity becomes my fate.

Should I give it away?

I remember when I was a child, the story of a god.

Who lived high on top of misty mountain, keeping a reward.

Said the one who brought a beating heart, would live forevermore.

No one made it as the hearts would die, before the quest began.

I know what I’m supposed to do.

Pack my things and walk the path.

Is it true or just a lie?

Days turn to weeks and still I walk.

Through the night and through the cold.

Quite unsure of what I’ve done.

I climb the mountain without rest.

With just one goal in my head.

To gain immortality.

There, standing on the highest peak.

I see a figure coming near.

Is it true or just a dream?

As I stand in awe my intentions are clear.

I grab my knife and show my offering.

My own beating heart.

As I die he then takes my own heart and then he begins to laugh.

As he puts it deep inside of him, he says one word.

In my last breath I hear “fool”.