Will  I  die  or  survive

From  this  hell  made  of  ice?

It＇s  up  to  this  mountain  to  decide

What  will  happen  to  my  life

The  more  I  climb

The  freezing  ice

Intensifies

And  paralyze  me

A  dreadful  avalanche

Behind  me

Enslaved  to  this  mountain

I  shall  be

Amputate  my  Chilblains

Handless  arm  remains

My  frozen  body

I  behold

Slowly  turning

Stiff  and  cold

Smell  the  sweet  stench

In  wind＇s  blow

Of  lost  carcasses

In  the  snow