Lyric by S. Rehbein
After days of wandering
Arrived my first step to you
Mighty and ancient brave
The ultimate defiance
To step up this plate
Will be an additional prime
Waiting, resting, reposing
Just one cold a’ sleepless night
The little round top is my target
To waste the days of life unto death
With the first rays of dawn
Break up to a superior dale
This march will hard days works
But every thought lies on the top
From the dale across the scarp
Grasp by grasp, higher and higher
I will reach the world’s roof
The burning night prophecy