Call of the Mountain

Ice, carried by the wind, a thousand needles in the skin
How many days have gone by, how many years
I walk amongst you, and all that I know
There's nothing left here, but a footprint in the snow

Where you come, where you go
How much do you want? How much do you need?
I walk amongst you, and all that I see
Blank stares, never knowing what I could be
Bringing me down, on to my knees
There's no place for something like me

I see the signs in their face
I see them falling from grace
Can't you hear the whispers of the wild
Can't you hear the call
The call of the mountain

They would bury me alive
Rampant, flailing in despair
They would put me on display
And praise the true believers
They would burn me alive
Rampant, flailing in despair
They would put me on display
And burn the non-believers

I see the terror in their eyes
I see them running for their lives
White, turns to red, screams of the wild
I am the call
The call of the mountain
I am the mountain
I am the mountain



Credits
Writer(s): Glenn Thomas Krahl Johansen
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