The air is tight enough to break your lungs
like shards of glass.
This mud and ice, cracks your bones when you slip away. Gotta keep on going, keep on going somehow.
It's hail, the west is almost over
hail, the wind is getting stronger
Go climb up the mountain, much higher, come higher, higher!
(some beautiful yelling during loud drop)
Time to realize, that there's no turning around.
This is the fight that you've been waiting for.
It's hail, the west is almost over
hail, the wind is getting stronger
Go climb up the mountain, much higher, come higher, higher!
(More beautiful yelling during loud drop)

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