In this cold mountain,
silence beckons.
It is a nightmare,
the final destination
is on the verge of collapse,
the spirit awakens,
for there's fear lurking
in the darkness
Inspite of everything.
Destroyed in seconds
our strength failed,
even our faith,
for strength is born out
of faith and passion.
Trembling and weak at
the knees the heart faints.
Light my eyes so I can see
better and deeper into
the realm beyond.
Rough night is envisaged,
for the hard sun had come
in the morning before.
The animal in us
unleashed to confront
the monster.
We must do the craziest
things to survive this bizarre
maze of a place.
There's a killer beside me,
a killer closer than your breath.
The sword of the spirit and
the power of love is stronger
than your heart.
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