| Fingers turning red, cold freezing my breath | |
| Never looking down only straight ahead | |
| Winds are blowing all around | |
| Get a grip or you'll fall down | |
| Holding tight to the rock | |
| And you know you cannot stop | |
| Ghosts are dancing now, right before my eyes | |
| Howling in the wind, messing up my mind | |
| I see I must close my eyes | |
| Climbing as if | |
| I was blind | |
| Holding tight to the rock | |
| And I know | |
| I can't... stop | |
| Winds are blowing even stronger than before | |
| But I don't feel | |
| I'm endangered anymore [Bridge:] | |
| It is hard to climb but now | |
| I know I can do it if | |
| I want [Chorus:] | |
| Will I ever see the top of the cliff ? | |
| Now the strength is abandoning me | |
| I am alone | |
| Cold is passing like a knife right through me | |
| I will climb until | |
| I'm there, | |
| I will go to the peak [Bridge] [Chorus] |