At the Mountains of Loudness Songtext
von Saint Karloff

Narrow eyes gazing up towards the sun
The climb towards the loudness has scarce begun
He treads the grass at the foot with magnetic boots
Electrical currents surging wildly among the roots


Eagles far and high lusts for his madness
Distorted shrieks rings out in the mountains of loudness
He will never ever reach the top, ′cause it can't be done
For every single summit there′s a higher one

Mountain Mountain, bring me up, make me high
Mountain Mountain, bring me up, make me high
Feed my flesh to the birds, my spirit to the sky

Mountain Mountain, bring me up, make me high
Mountain Mountain, bring me up, make me high
Feed my flesh to the birds, my spirit to the sky