The pistons are beating, a storm is on the way.
The horn is calling up to the mountain,
With embers and firelight
past valleys, fir trees and lakes.
The summit is calling us from a distance.
The journey takes us into the mountains.
We climb until we are in the sky.
High up to the edge of the clouds of the world.
We set off, ever further, ever higher,
and ever faster, up to the sky around the world.
We are the summiteers!
The shining steel leads our way
It The path is enough, the heights tremble
In the iron animal through snow and storm
The mountains reflect our horn
The distance calls us from the edge of the sky,
Freedom draws us into the mountains
We climb until we are in the sky.
High up to the edge of the clouds of the world.
We set off, ever further, ever higher,
and ever faster, up to the sky around the world.
We are the summit stormers!
And at some point,
when we see the summit in the light,
happiness is within our grasp,
Standing up there,
Happiness is within reach,
All the way to the sky around the world.
We climb until we are in the sky.
High up to the edge of the clouds of the world.
We set off, ever further, ever higher,
and ever faster, to the sky around the world.
We are the summiteers!
We are climbing , until we are in the sky.
High up to the edge of the clouds in the world.
We set off, ever further, ever higher,
and faster and faster, all the way to the sky around the world.
We are the summiteers!

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