The wolf on the summit forgets the taste of snow,
But the one on the slope has a furnace for a soul.
Hunger climbs the mountain the fed will never know,
Step by frozen step, watch a legend start to grow.

Comfort is a cliff dressed up like a bed,
Sleeping on a laurel is a slow way to be dead.
I count the crown as nothing, I chase the climb instead,
The peak is just a rumor till it's cracking underfoot.
Inches in the ice, and I pay for every ledge,
Every scar is a lesson I signed in my own blood.
I don't gamble twice on a rope I haven't tested —
Wisdom is the summit that experience invested.

Higher. Colder. Closer.
The air turns mean where the eagles fold.

Hunger climbs the mountain the fed will never know,
Step by frozen step, watch a legend start to grow.

They want the view without the vertical war,
Want the flag on the peak but they fear the falling floor.
I befriend the altitude, I bargain with the storm,
Turn a slip into a stair and I keep the ember warm.
Small hands, big mountain — that's the honest trade,
Empires are just patience that refused to be afraid.
Let them watch from cabins where the careful ones will stay,
I'll be a speck on the ridgeline by the breaking of the day.

It is not the height that breaks you.
It is stopping on the slope to admire how far you have come.
Keep climbing. The peak is not a place — it is a discipline.

Hunger climbs the mountain the fed will never know,
Step by frozen step... a legend starts to grow.
Higher!