The peaks of our past will withstand the test of time Magnificent aspects of nature adored With affection we peer across our untouched lands Within every man lies a deep fire burning Stories told, stories lied, that which we can not hide I let the river run its course through my veins Wherein lies the beauty which rekindle our hearts Each step throughout wondrous seasons explored Over perpetual snow we walk with vie and servitude The mountain is our king, the wind our queen Our stories have no choice So listen to the tempest's voice A flicker on our ancestral shore And there was nothing more As the smoke recedes Unveiling our futile deeds A walk across divine collapse We wander as centuries elapse The memories we thought we had Are just fragments of what used to be Fruitlessly searching along the banks For someone or something that can not be The last light dims away, as do our tale A slow descend into the waters of null The glow we had within is what we gave What we found will forever remain lost