Point the way to paradise
The long road through sunlight.
A call in the night of silence
Lights the darkness with thought of terror
Hidden, lurking fear behind the wall
With a voice of the mountains
Jagged peaks bloody with new rain
Footsteps that disappear as they are made.
This is the way, the path through the mists—
Above the killing fields in summer air
Paradise hides behind false promises
Its face a mask on horror
Voice hypnotic, eyes empty and black
Calling forth the world to listen, to hear
To obey the summons and walk the path to the summit
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