| Eternal ice, I’ve lost my mind
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| The glowing ball: just a neon light?
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| I turn around, footprints they chase me
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| The blizzard howls, will the cradle erase me?
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| Eternally we slide towards destination
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| Temporarily towards deprivation and
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| Quite naturally we’ll die anyway but
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| Unfortunately in this adverse situation
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| This comfort’s quite cold
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| Your eyes look for faith
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| While in a craze you’ll see
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| What no one can dream of
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| Your eyes look for faith
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| And nobody will believe what you have seen
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| Was this for real or subliminal?
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| Was this a dream I won’t comprehend and
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| They’ll disagree with fury and ire
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| Their episteme smashed into the mire:
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| «Oh, this must not be!»
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| Your eyes look for faith
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| While in a craze you’ve seen
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| What no one could dream of
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| Your eyes look for faith
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| And nobody will believe you’ve faced
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| The Mountaineer
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| Your eyes look for faith
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| While in a craze you’ve seen
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| What no one could dream of
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| Your eyes look for faith
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| And nobody will believe you’ve faced
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| The Mountaineer |