The Black Mountain
Lyrics
(Intro: Slow, distorted tremolo picking. Massive, crashing drum hits.)
Verse I
When the Reaper’s cold hand strips the breath from your chest
He casts your pale soul to the void in the west.
An ocean of obsidian, a desert of bone,
Where the silence screams louder than any man's groan.
He points to the peak where the thunderheads roll:
"Claim the Black Mountain, or surrender your soul."
Chorus
Ten thousand years through the freezing black sand,
With no steel in your grip and no plate on your hand.
The summit is jagged, a tooth in the sky,
Where the dead must find glory or eternally die.
The Mountain awaits.
Verse II
The horizon is distant, a shimmering lie,
Underneath the bruised purple of a sunless sky.
You reach the dark waters, the river of gloom,
Where the Ferryman waits at the threshold of doom.
He craves for your tribute, he hungers for gold,
But pay for the passage and your spirit is sold.
Spit on his palm, wade through the deep,
For the secrets of iron are the secrets you keep.
Bridge (Tempo speeds up - Thrash beat)
Mile after mile!
Century by century!
The sand turns to stone!
The stone turns to blood!
You arrive at the base, no longer a ghost,
A master of malice, a scourge to the host!
With a blade forged of willpower, sharp as a scythe,
You’ll carve out your path to the kingdom of life!
Verse III
A million-strong legion, a carpet of hate,
Stand between you and the Ivory Gate.
The "Words of the Mountain"—ancient and foul—
They’ll wither your skin and they’ll deafen your howl.
Battle them once! Slit their throats twice!
The price of your rebirth is a blood-sacrifice.
Chorus
Ten thousand years through the freezing black sand,
With blood on your face and a sword in your hand.
The summit is jagged, a tooth in the sky,
Where the dead must find glory or eternally die.
Outro (Slowing down, heavy sludge riff)
The air grows thin.
The throne is in sight.
But the hordes are endless...
The climb is infinite...
And the chances of winning grow slimmer each day.
The Black Mountain...
The Black Mountain...
Always waits.
(Fade out with the sound of a howling wind and a single, low bell toll.)