A sharp and cold wind burning to the bone
Among the iced peaks he frightened every man
Masked as a pagan idol carved into stone
A tricky fiend was taking one soul every ten
Then he came, the saint, the holy brave
The raging demon spat: This pass shall be your grave!
Shepards and peasants, all they knew the tale
His stole by divine breath soared gleaming in the air
And turned into a sacred chain
To grab the unholy hell spawn
He was the tenth, he blessed all those brave men
The demon roared his sentence of death
Blazes, ice wind, storms of rock, thunderbolts
Four elements fell as one on the climbers
Blizzard of chaos shattered by hope
Chain of heaven, holy wrath, banish him!
He was the tenth, he blessed all those brave men
The demon roared his sentence of death
Blazes, ice wind, storms of rock, thunderbolts
Four elements fell as one on the climbers
Blizzard of chaos shattered by hope
Chain of heaven, holy wrath
Crushed the infamous stone
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