Come what may I will proceed To thread the path of duty The path that leads across the fields Through hedge into the hills.
[x2] Steep is the path, and strewn with stones: The work of giants and their kin- Who left behind a blinding labyrinth, A maze of shadows and false leads.
Come what may I will proceed To walk the path of beauty. The path that reaches into the heights That seem to touch the sky.
[x2] Steep is the path, but filled with light From those who climbed before me- Who left on every jutting rock A lantern glowing with their dreams.
Come what may I will proceed To climb the steps of the holy, Whose journey leads across the bridge: The rainbow to the Pole.
[x2] Steep is the fall, and laced with the dread Of those who never found the way- Their broken bodies now on cold ground, A nameless legion of lost souls.
Steep is the path, but filled with light From those who climbed before me- Who left on every jutting rock, A lantern glowing with their dreams…