we set out to meet our maker
in the valleys of setting sun
we followed an empty road out of the city
and drove until all warmth melted into snowy plain
like flagships in gloomy distance,
the longer we looked, the more appeared;
subtle crowns on foreheads of sky
then around one bend, we stopped breathing:
he loomed, terrible king of the sky,
pulling us ever downward, drawing us ever more near
we had no choice but to go to him,
terrible king of the sky.
mountain spirits blew chilling winds in circles
we see youuuu we know what is in your heaaart
we faltered, we went forward; we could not move, we tried to turn back
— all the while he watched us, terrible king of the sky.
mountain king, bone of earth,
you have seen me and I you
mountain king, your spirits call,
in the valley howls.