The nexus is eternal
Few know its place
Bridging the realms
Of ice and fire
The ice and the wind have taught you
To bear the cold
To run from the warmth of the fire
To light only half the soul
Inch toward the fire
We've naught but open flame
Feel the ice slither off
Your shoulders and your name
Excelsior, Icemind
Up through the snows
Into the endless winter
Your only cry across leagues of ice
Your only cry - Excelsior
You are searching, you wintry outrider
Through the lands of blizzard and numbing winds
For fine flakes of ice to incise and divide
To see what truly lies at the heart of winter
Oh but, you see, the heart of winter
Cannot be found in the flakes themselves
Oh but it is in the symphony
Together only they perform
Orchestral movements
Flake without blizzard
Is like blizzard without flake
Your eyes are cold with ice
You see and hear no symphony
Though you walk on this green earth
You see the plains of the dead
Under your ice
Faded are the glories of the world
Snuffed is the candle of your identity
Withered are the vines of your vitality
But there is a place
Where the hearth warms because the ice cannot
There is a place
Where the ice cuts because the hearth cannot
Where ice and fire exist in balance
Follow me if you dare
Excelsior! You know this word
It has used you across the ages
Now use it for yourself, for those around you
Melt the chains and wield the icespear
You warrior-sage
Excelsior! Nearing the summit at last
From the peak you can see the nexus
Cast your eyes upon the land
Descend the sun's side of the mountain
I can no longer lead you
Here you must go alone
Under the night sky you will arrive
At the nexus of the realms
Warrior-sage
Now with these free hands
These arms of fire
This heart of living flesh
This mind of razor yet of summer glade
This body of brazen hunter yet of the land
I listen in the places
With no trace of our hand
In the rare charmed lands
Where its travellers sought
To understand, to heal
Not to make their mark