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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