(İMostly Autumn 2001)

Where is your sun as you stand on the ground
where are the stars that could shape your path
where are the fires that could shelter this night
who is the fool that would lead you to death

The icy teeth of winter
I feel them biting my bones

Where is your god as you scrape on the ground
where is the moon that could shine on your face
mine is the wind that will drown you this night
show me your will I will send you to hell

The storm is burning with hate
what evil curses this night

We only seek to pass
the southern rage is stretching far

Artist Comment: "The hostile mountain seems to grow its own living persona as it blocks the way of the company struggling in the vain pursuit of a path through. For this piece Caradhras has developed a harsh voice of his own."