To climb the mountain is no easy task But it's so much harder coming down All the torches of the party have all gone dark Hungry mouths surround There's no gold beneath the beast Just a mountain of bone The wind and the rain are the lone courtiers A dynasty of one ascends to the throne ♪ The names of many ancient travelers Carved in the caverns we grind Grow older and older with every step Until no more are left to find There's no gold beneath the beast Just a pile of bones The wind and the rain are the lone courtiers A dynasty of one ascends to the throne Yet here I am still rolling A 20-sided die Am I chaotic evil? Or lawfully good aligned? ♪ Yet here I am still rolling A 20-sided die Am I chaotic evil? Or lawfully good aligned? Yet here I am still rolling A 20-sided die Am I chaotic evil? Or lawfully good aligned?