Ascending up the mountain
To a golden globe that shines in the sky
Dip your hands into the fountain
Filled with the blood of those who've died

In these desert winds there blows
A tune of anguish and sorrow
Under the beating sun burning your back
It has become too late to turn back

Plagued by unreal visions

As you reach for the summit
The vultures await your slip

Yet you can foresee your
Immortality pure
Curse or gift unknown
But rocks crumble away
And you've had your day
Had your day
Had your day
Tumble right down
Death in vain

Descending down the mountain
To the baked and blazing sands bone dry
Smash your skull on impact wherein
Your blood shall fill the fountain so up high

On this trail of sins men roam
Seeking to beat their fate so hollow
Corpses line the bedrock festering and black
Their screams will haunt your dreams in a final vile flashback

Shade hides lost zeal since been

As you complete your plummet
The vultures begin to strip your carcass

Yet you can foresee your
Immortality pure
Curse or gift unknown
But rocks crumble away
And you stumble
See your immortality pure
Curse you can't atone for
A lurch in dismay
And you've had your day
Had your day
Tumble right down
Death in vain

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