Walk in the halls of the mountain kings
Hear the rumble of the far off thunder
No wait....
voices
low and mellow
chanting
Follow them through the upward winding halls
There is no fear here
only a gentle haunting song
Follow higher
the mountain kings beckon
The voices pitch higher
but still soft
still mellow
At the peak
the heavy doors fly open
the sky rushes in
and you know
You have met your beginning