Of Mice and Mountains Songtext
von Dyscarnate
Of Mice and Mountains Songtext
Welcome to a place where the cold is strong
Where the winters are slow and the road is long
The mountain is my master
A slave to the climb but I must climb faster
Who is that man walking into white?
He beckons to me and disappears from sight
It tears at my face but I bear the storm
It matters not for the bonds keep me warm
Welcome to a place where you′re far from home
Where the walls are white and you struggle alone
He cannot see my face, he's getting worse
At the peak of insanity, climbing in reverse
Storms in his eyes give light to my cause
Saving his mind to animate this corpse
His fits intensify, these bonds must tighten
Trembling, his stare knows no horizon
I feel no pain. I know no fear
And I see no God up here
Upon the frosted fang
Who is that man beckoning finger aloft?
Though I fall I pick myself up
It matters not for the rocks are so soft
There can′t be another, for I am alone
Finding respite, sheltered by a stone
I close my eyes and cover my ears
The man disappears
I see the mountain
I see clouds follow me
My eyes cripple horizons
Beyond what man has ever seen
I lust for the mountain
The summit calls my mortal soul
"Cast yourself from the peak
That I might swallow you whole."
Welcome to a place where the river never dries
Where the road goes on and the winter never dies
This is my march where my will never bends
Where the mountain is tall and my climb never ends
Where the winters are slow and the road is long
The mountain is my master
A slave to the climb but I must climb faster
Who is that man walking into white?
He beckons to me and disappears from sight
It tears at my face but I bear the storm
It matters not for the bonds keep me warm
Welcome to a place where you′re far from home
Where the walls are white and you struggle alone
He cannot see my face, he's getting worse
At the peak of insanity, climbing in reverse
Storms in his eyes give light to my cause
Saving his mind to animate this corpse
His fits intensify, these bonds must tighten
Trembling, his stare knows no horizon
I feel no pain. I know no fear
And I see no God up here
Upon the frosted fang
Who is that man beckoning finger aloft?
Though I fall I pick myself up
It matters not for the rocks are so soft
There can′t be another, for I am alone
Finding respite, sheltered by a stone
I close my eyes and cover my ears
The man disappears
I see the mountain
I see clouds follow me
My eyes cripple horizons
Beyond what man has ever seen
I lust for the mountain
The summit calls my mortal soul
"Cast yourself from the peak
That I might swallow you whole."
Welcome to a place where the river never dries
Where the road goes on and the winter never dies
This is my march where my will never bends
Where the mountain is tall and my climb never ends
Writer(s): Alistair Lee Llewellyn, Thomas Charles Whitty, Matthew John Unsworth Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com