Higher - Venemy, Jem Strickland

The air is tight, enough to break your lungs, like shards of glass…

This mud and ice cracks your bones when you slip away

Gotta keep on goin, keep on goin, somehow…

It’s Hell, the rest is almost over

Impale, the wind is getting stronger

Go climb up the mountain

Much higher, come higher, higher!

Oh, oh woah…

Time to realize, that there’s no turning round

This is the fight that you’ve been waiting for

It’s Hell, the rest is almost over

Impale, the wind is getting stronger

Go climb up the mountain

Much higher, come higher, higher!