Thrawsunblat - Excelsior

Lyrics to Excelsior by Thrawsunblat

The nexus is eternal Few know its place Bridging the realms Of ice and fire The ice and the wind have taught you To bear the cold To run from the warmth of the fire To light only half the soul Inch toward the fire We’ve naught but open flame Feel the ice slither off Your shoulders and your name Excelsior, Icemind! Up through the snows! Into the endless winter! Your only cry across leagues of ice, Your only cry - Excelsior! You are searching, you wintry outrider Through the lands of blizzard and numbing winds For fine flakes of ice to incise and divide To see what truly lies at the heart of winter Oh but, you see, the heart of winter Cannot be found in the flakes themselves Oh but it is in the symphony Together only they perform! Orchestral movements; Flake without blizzard Is like blizzard without flake Your eyes are cold with ice You see and hear no symphony Though you walk on this green earth You see the plains of the dead Under your ice Faded are the glories of the world Snuffed is the candle of your identity Withered are the vines of your vitality But there is a place Where the hearth warms because the ice cannot There is a place Where the ice cuts because the hearth cannot Where ice and fire exist in balance Follow me if you dare Excelsior! You know this word! It has used you across the ages! Now use it for yourself, for those around you! Melt the chains and wield the icespear! You warrior-sage! Excelsior! Nearing the summit at last! From the peak you can see the nexus. Cast your eyes upon the land Descend the sun’s side of the mountain I can no longer lead you! Here you must go alone! Under the night sky you will arrive At the nexus of the realms Warrior-sage Now with these free hands These arms of fire, This heart of living flesh This mind of razor yet of summer glade This body of brazen hunter yet of the land I listen in the places With no trace of our hand In the rare charmed lands Where its travellers sought To understand, to heal Not to make their mark