Passing by, just the same,
woods are blue and unforgiving,
The wilderness has no name,
That would be known to the living.
By the mountains proud and tall,
Dare you call the prophecy,
Take a silent, quiet stroll,
And don't bring snow down at me.
Walking up when it pulls down,
The sad truth about gravity,
The abyss is calling now,
The voice of still depravity.
Down the mighty side of her,
Dare you climb the way you came,
One wrong step and little birds,
Will eat you and worms, just the same.
Blahgmahablahablablehhhhhhaugghhhhhh...*****...fall in it stop drop and roll.