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The lonely sky over my head

blows all colours into bloody red

I can’t go further I can’t make a single step

Nothing to bother me is it a time to regret?

The rescue will come I don’t have a doubt

But when the lost would be founded out

I that tomorrow they will probably come

To find my body under snow blurred sun

Stand up, stand up and bang your drum,

Heart of the desperate mountain son

Stand up, stand up, and bang your drum,

at least you will die on the top.

The night passed away, but I’m still alive,

What has made me to wake up, well I don’t really mind,

The light is getting brighter, is it a time

To forget the weakness of all human kind?

The height of the loneliness

The Element-C

The mountain dominance

I’m down on my knees