Colonel Forbin stared up at the mountain



And wiped away the beads of sweat



That glistened on his brow



His tired feet were buried in the quagmire



And his bloodshot eyes saw all that lay between him



And fulfillment of his vow





And he felt his fingers wrap around a knotted root



And pulled his body upwards



To a sea green mossy boulder



And he dragged his weary carcass [or "shit-ass"] up the mountain





And he climbed so slowly



He climbed so slowly



Ahead



Ahead





Suddenly he heard the crack of thunder



And the rocks began to crumble overhead



And tumble down the mountain to the



Dismal swamp that lay beneath the jagged cliffs



through which his path had led



And the earth began to quake beneath his feet



And the mighty mountain changed before his eyes



And he stood amidst a sea of dust and rocks and stones



Cascading down the mountain



And a thousand birds were headed for the sky. Oh...





The sacred creed will be yours



And if you wait until tomorrow



The sacred creed will be yours



To devour



Yours



To seize



And to obey



Obey





When the dust had cleared, the colonel lifted up his head



And was driven to his knees by a blazing beam of light



And he saw the silhouette that stood before him



And he bowed in reverence



Trembling in the shadow of the mighty legend's form



Icculus the prophet stood before his eyes



Looking down on Colonel Forbin



Where he shuddered in the puddles