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I find the stairs leading into the mountain

I walked the stone stairs many nights and days

with no light, with no guide

infinite steps echo along the cavernwalls

Still I'm getting down

with no food, with no drink

starting to regret my thoughts of hope

and suddenly the stairs end.

Down there is a silver lake

In the light of that lake I can see again

The sight is eerily beautiful

In the lake is something attracting

I can't stop staring at it

It is feeding me

It gives me the joys I need

The reflexion whispers promises

It lures me to give myself for it

I fight back, but my mind gives up

I can feel no warmth of the sun on my skin

nor frost in my bones anymore

No wind nor rain

I can see no dawn nor moon gleam

I can hear no birds singing nor smell the woods

But I don't care, I have met my god.

I found the path leading out of the mountain

I walked through these caves many nights and days

with no stars as my guide

infinite cry echoed along the cavernwalls

still I am getting beyond

the murky halls of this netherworld

envenoming my thoughts of hope

and suddenly my blindness ends

I can feel no warmth of the sun on my skin

nor frost in my bones anymore

No wind nor rain, I can see no dawn nor moon gleam

I can hear no birds singing or smell the woods

But I don't care, I am my god.