The Struggle Under The Freezing Heavens

A nightmare of cold blasts sear through my weakened flesh, and like knives of hardened steel they puncture my very essence
And as the ground reddens from my loss of blood
I come to know that the weight of this day has grown dire.

Death-bound, but without fear
Life and Death are but illusions
Non-existence is but a concern of the extant.

Oh, you vicious winds, lay me out so I may gaze upon that sky I've loved for the whole of my life
And let me also gaze upon the Great Mountain
That I should know it as my only God.

The sky fades into a grayish blue
And the Great Mountain has taken the form of a wall of crystal white
And should it be true that these are my dying thoughts
Grant me the strength to declare that under no other sky, would I rather have lived
And before no other mountain
Would I rather have held awe!