Mount, Mettle, and Key Lyrics

My feet slip through fern mist and nettle

As I rise the isolate spire

Textures are found and forgotten

My mind a menag'rie of zeal and abnormal desire

There is a breeze albeit directionless

It signals no change in time nor change in temperature

My thighs grow weak the incline is merciless

The test that awaits me doubtlessly far more arduous

Do I have the mettle?

The sword-keeper waits at the summit

Here's where my Azdinic journey begins

(Here's where I show myself worthy to him)

I may be afraid but I'll learn

The trees and the steepness diminish

And I'm at the top

There in the clearing stands an acolyte

(He beckons me and)

I follow on into a clastic shrine

Harsh and reluctant

(My instructor ever doubting me)

But still I persist until my Azdin shines

I cast the fire

Suffer the strain regain my might

The more I acquire

The less of a doubt in my master's eyes

On the precipice

Posture the wind and sway the light

Birth of a sorceress

Azdinist

And when the blood spills from my mouth

And I think of home

I know I'm due to focus up

Hone my body and test myself

Anchor like there's no way out

Tenfold my regeneration

As I reach the plethora of power

My teacher crosses the shrine

'Here behind this door resides the promised sword

It's yours so take it if you can'

When all my strength fell redundant my memory offered the key

So I hurl one last whip of fire as I recall the lock

Esoteric as it seems I've read about these things

I watch as the lock yields

(And the door begins to shift)

Revealing some smothered light-source in a blackened sheath

(Suitably Lustrous)

'See the blade is named becomingly

This blade is yours and only yours to wield'

I cast the fire

(Suffer the strain regain my might)

The more I acquire

The less of a doubt in my master's eyes

On the precipice

Posture the wind and sway the light

Birth of a sorceress

Azdinist

I swallow back nerves and bile in my mouth

It's time to make my way down

My feet slip through fern mist and nettle

Say goodbye as I glide from crest to the core

The paluns I seek each swathed in umbral distortion

The first lies beneath a bloom of flowers opulent

'There is a breeze that only a petal could learn from'

This dreary riddle was his final verse before I left

My quest is to start at the chasm

'Fox Lavender waits at the edge to take me across'

I arrive but the creature is absent

The winds of the void enfevered

The bloom past the chasm so fertile yet so far away