Now, the mountains rise
But we must cast the dice
Being powerless will not suffice
Fear, must be courage in disguise
But, alas, there the trophy on top
The soil may crack, but we may hop
And as inferno grabs, we must not stop
Until the fingertips, on the gold, drop
Mar 4, 2016
Mar 4, 2016 at 9:37 AM UTC
Now, the mountains rise
But we must cast the dice
Being powerless will not suffice
Fear, must be courage in disguise
But, alas, there the trophy on top
The soil may crack, but we may hop
And as inferno grabs, we must not stop
Until the fingertips, on the gold, drop
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