We venture across the frozen desert
Separated from the warmth we had been accustomed to
Gone from the lush green jungles
And the blue lakes surrounded by living meadows
Gone from the beautiful valleys
And the great hills 
Gone from the flowing streams
And the elegant bustling cities

For that was years ago, now
When our journey was enjoyable
And the mission foreseeable 
Getting to the Holy Mountain
That which was promised
But years have passed since
Now we no longer venture in beautiful places
But only in this frozen desert

For though the wind blows
And the cold air comes
And the warmth has left us
We fight for that which might become ours