Rage in the Beartooths

(Verse 1) In the shadow of the Beartooths, a hunter's dream, A once in a lifetime, where the wild goats scream. With a tag in hand, he sets off on the long windey trail, But as the miles stretch longer, his spirit begins to fail. (Pre-Chorus) The mountains rise, the air grows thin, Every step's a battle, a war he can't win. Posting on HuntTalk, sharing his despair, The journey's breaking him, he's gasping for air. [breakdown] (Chorus) Rage in the Beartooths, fury in his eyes, A warrior's dream shattered under crimson skies. Knife in hand, he slashes through the night, His Hilleberg torn, in a fit of blinding spite. (Bridge) In the darkness, he rages, a primal scream, His dreams lie shattered, like a broken beam. The tent's fabric flies, torn by his hand, A testament to fury in this rugged land. (Solo) (Verse 3) His posts rage on, a digital storm, A hunter broken, far from the norm. The Beartooths bear witness, to his darkest hour, A mountain's challenge, a test of power. (Chorus) Rage in the Beartooths, fury in his eyes, A warrior's dream shattered under crimson skies. Knife in hand, he slashes through the night, His Hilleberg torn, in a fit of blinding spite. (Outro) In the end, he's broken, but his story's told, A hunter's rage, in the Beartooth cold. From the forums to the peaks, his fury remains, A legend of the wild, etched in the mountain's veins.