[NARRATED INTRO] Twenty-eight days behind us. Three days ahead. Nine thousand meters between you… and glory. [VERSE 1] The alarm goes off, but I’m already awake, Another dawn, another mountain to take. Twenty-eight days have been carved in my bones, Now the final road is calling me home. My shoes are broken, my legs are wrecked, There’s no strength left, but there’s no turning back. I’ve given the hills every piece of my soul, Now nine thousand meters stand between me and the goal. [PRE-CHORUS] I can hear the finish calling my name, Three more days inside the flame. I didn’t come this far to watch it disappear, The end is close enough to taste from here! [CHORUS] Three days from glory! Nine thousand meters to go! We’ve come too far to surrender, So drag those dead legs up the road! Three days from glory! Let every broken muscle know: We didn’t crawl through twenty-eight days To fucking quit this close! [VERSE 2] Today it’s twenty-nine hundred standing in my way, Then three thousand tomorrow, if I survive today. Three thousand one hundred waits at the final door, And every single meter wants to start a war. The driveway’s now a mountain, the staircase is a climb, I’ve said, “Just one more lap,” about a thousand fucking times. But somewhere underneath the pain, underneath the doubt, There’s a voice still screaming, “You are not getting out!” [PRE-CHORUS] I can hear the finish calling my name, Three more days inside the flame. Every hill has tried to make me disappear, But glory’s close enough to taste from here! [CHORUS] Three days from glory! Nine thousand meters to go! We’ve come too far to surrender, So drag those dead legs up the road! Three days from glory! Let every broken muscle know: We didn’t crawl through twenty-eight days To fucking quit this close! [GUITAR SOLO] [BREAKDOWN] Twenty-nine hundred! THEN GET UP! Three thousand! THEN GET UP! Three thousand one hundred! ONE LAST TIME! Nine thousand meters! THE GLORY IS MINE! [QUIET BRIDGE] There were nights I thought the mountain had won. There were mornings I could barely stand. But I’m still here. I’m still climbing. And now I understand… Glory isn’t waiting at the top. Glory is getting up tomorrow… And doing it all again. [FINAL CHORUS] THREE DAYS FROM GLORY! NINE THOUSAND METERS TO GO! WE’VE COME TOO FAR TO SURRENDER, SO DRAG THOSE DEAD LEGS UP THE ROAD! THREE DAYS FROM GLORY! LET EVERY FUCKING HILLSIDE KNOW: WE DIDN’T CRAWL THROUGH TWENTY-EIGHT DAYS TO FUCKING QUIT THIS CLOSE! Three days from glory! Raise your tired eyes and go! Through twenty-nine, through thirty, To the final thirty-one! [OUTRO] Three days. Nine thousand meters. No surrender. See you at the top.
