From afar, a mountain comes in my sight,
rocky and steep, it's head up in the clouds high.
I know that it is my destiny
but the path is not easy.
Infested with dragons and death,
a cloud of despair rules up above.
A war-torn vale lies in between
and a river dry to it's teeth.
Blood has colored the vale red
and the ghosts of the fallen roam still.
Many before I have tried to reach
but their bones and dust is all I see.
Perhaps I shall be the one
to sit on the throne.
Perhaps I will be another one
who turns to stone, bites the dust.
But with that in mind, I press on
because there is no choice,
there is no second chance,
I press on, because I must.
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