I'm a runner, I've always been
I've run across Your mountainous land
Through the thicket
By the lakes
In the cold
That's hard to pace in the snow
Of this northern land
Made of stone
I'm a runner, You've known it true
I've run for gold, but I've run from You
Through the caverns
Diamond caves
Heart of coal
Mind of graves
Where I go
In this northern land
Made of stone
Running through Your mountainous land
I've run from You yet hear I am
All I've got are these hands
Stained of coal
If You'll take them then
I'll leave them
