Two-thousand meters, where I draw the line
And then upon your twisted body I will dine
This mountain belongs to me
The howling winds are a banshee
You should have heeded her song
Because you won't be on this earth for long
Headed where you belong
Ski as fast as you can, heart pounding, panic sets in
Your skill might buy some time, but you simply cannot win
You belong to me
You don't get to ski free
What's left of you is lost beneath the falling snow
More remains lie within than anyone could know
I'm not some villain that you get to defeat
If you meet me, then you're just meat