The mountain holds a secret Enveloped in the mist As morning darkness falls No sign of direction To capture memory
I don't know where I'm going But I know of where I'm at Can't think about tomorrow When fog swallows dusk and Ensaguines one's sanity
Blind, and none too wise A roadway chaser Tomorrow lies not In these viscous glaciers Right before my eyes, The mountain shroud steals lives Fates warning calls For those who dare to fly
Mad preacher of the highway Narcissus running fast So, sharpen up your wits In the face of the mountain One can't fall on vanity
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