This is where the light starts to go backwards,
It fades in a shimmer off that western rim,
The path of ice that forms this spot, stretches southward,
It's rumoured here, it got the best of him.

To the roof of the sky,
What does she hold in your room made of wind and of snow'
Leaving God-only-knows-what down below,
Down below.

Others, with their crude maps and equally crude instruments, they sounded out the heights and found another's secrets,
Experience has led you to this dreamless sleep, and all that's left you is another a hundred feet.

To the roof of the sky,
What does she hold in your room made of wind and of snow'
Leaving God-only-knows-what down below,
Down below.

This is where the light starts to hesitate and flicker,
Colours bleed from once favourable skies,
This is where your party lost all it's last contact,
A step below your point in the sky.

To the roof of the sky,
What does she hold in your room made of wind and of snow'
Leaving God-only-knows-what down below,
Down below,
Down below,
Oh, down below.