I wind my way through the mountain paths,

Slightly hoping they'll never lead me back,

My path is lit by the spirits that guide me,

And not by the demons that hide inside me,

My pack grows heavy on my tired back,

I must press on,

The day breaks dawn,

And the demons spawn inside me,

Cut a new scene of snow and ice,

I burrow down in my jacket,

The path grows long, I trudge along,

And the demons cry inside me.