Everyday I sit on top of my glorious mountain

Im at the peak of my destination 

and yet im looked down upon by others

so then just as i had risen i had fallen bak down

and now im in this endless battle of climbing

as i cut and bruse i dnt give up 

and i strive for the taste of greatness and power

but the river is drying up and leaving nothing but sorrow
and defeat

but i shall rise before this great evil and overcome the
hated

and i will be the hated and i will be the power

i will have a taste of power and the taste of greateness

and if it comes from nothing but leaches and snakes

i will defeat and i will achieve my goal

i will the make the river and ocean 

i will change the coarse of thought

i will rule with the hand of the fallen...