As I walk the trail laden with blood
And the bones of thoes before me,
I feel apart of the bones that drive me towrds
the shadow of the mountian of fate.
They drive me towrds my destiney,
Weather to die at the summit,
Or see the sunshine at the other side,
Weather to die on the trial,
Or to live on the path.
For the journey on the trail ladden with blood
is the journey of life.
Though you may stomp on the bones of thoes before
you, you walk on towrds the summit of fate.

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