Shape and form, history of the world
Ever climbing, ever shifting in its path
Without form, without end, always forward
Steps shaped by ages, the paths of man

Swallowing oceans, the mountains have moved
And where now will you go?
A world only your own
Even young bones splinter and bow
Put one foot in front of another and grab hold

The weight is yours to carry to pause is to die
To die is to be forgotten
The mountains shift as I grab hold
Crawling now, crawling home
The earth is changing in its form
Ever climbing, alone