When I choose my role in the forest of my soul,
I would be the mountain, I would erode.
I'd block out the sun,
get the water in the river to run,
and you could climb,

A mountain, on which the face that you know, eroded faster.
You made it to catch the avalanche that erased it.

When I spit my bile in the valley of all time,
the forest fells my fire fountain for miles.
I'll reshape the earth, the cause of my birth.
The future's mine!

A mountain, on which the face that you know, eroded faster.
You made it to catch the avalanche that erased it.