[Verse 1 – Quiet] Twenty-nine days of chasing numbers, Twenty-nine days of climbing alone, Watching sunlight leave the ridgeline, While everyone else went home. I’ve missed dinners, sleep and weekends, I’ve worn the same clothes every day, And every morning asks the question: What am I doing with my life this way? [Pre-Chorus] There are 11 of us still standing, So maybe it was never that hard. You just need no plans, no social life, And a hill in your backyard. [Chorus] But I can taste the glory, Even through the blood and rain. I can see the finish waiting, On the other side of pain. Just 6,100 meters, Just two more days to survive. We’ve come too far to lose it now. Run. Hike. Survive. [Verse 2] Was it worth the early mornings? Was it worth the aching feet? Was it worth another headlamp climb, While the whole damn world was asleep? I thought this month would make me stronger, Instead it stripped me to the bone. It showed me every weakness, Then made me climb with them alone. [Pre-Chorus] And maybe 11 made it Because it wasn’t that extreme. Or maybe these 11 lunatics Refused to bury the dream. [Chorus] Now I can taste the glory, I can feel it drawing near. There’s 6,100 meters Standing between me and the end of fear. Just two more days of climbing, Just two more days alive. We’ve come too far to lose it now. Run. Hike. Survive. [Bridge – Building] No, it wasn’t fucking easy. Look at everything we gave. Every climb we did exhausted, Every day we somehow saved. Eleven doesn’t make it easy. Eleven proves what we became. Eleven people walked through hell And came out hungry for the flame. [Final Chorus – Huge] WE CAN TASTE THE GLORY! WE CAN SEE THE FINISH LINE! JUST 6,100 METERS, THEN THE SUMMIT WILL BE MINE! TWO MORE DAYS OF SUFFERING! TWO MORE DAYS TO FEEL ALIVE! WE DIDN’T COME THIS FAR TO FALTER! RUN! HIKE! SURVIVE! [Final Key Change] WE CAN TASTE THE GLORY! THERE’S NOTHING LEFT TO FEAR! WE GAVE OUR LIVES TO JULY, AND THE FINAL DAYS ARE HERE! ELEVEN STILL TOGETHER! ELEVEN SIDE BY SIDE! WE DIDN’T LOSE A MONTH OF LIFE… WE FOUND OUT WE’RE ALIVE. [Outro – Quiet] I can taste the glory. Just 6,100 meters more.
