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[Verse 1]
We climbed on broken stone
With frost in our sleeves
Prayer flags tore the sky
Like scraps of old dreams
The map went still in my hand
At the edge of the white
And your eyes kept looking
Past the end of the light
[Pre-Chorus]
Tibetan bells in the blue
One step, then another
The wind spoke low to us
Like an old, tired brother
[Chorus]
The map ended long before the mountain did
The map ended long before the mountain did
Beyond the last pass, spring waited
Beyond the last pass, spring waited
Oh, we kept on going
Oh, we kept on going
[Verse 2]
Ice on your collar
Snow on your tongue
The rope held tight
While the thin air stung
We passed a black yak
By a frozen stream
And the valley below us
Fell away like a dream
[Pre-Chorus]
Tibetan bells in the blue
One step, then another
The wind spoke low to us
Like an old, tired brother
[Chorus]
The map ended long before the mountain did
The map ended long before the mountain did
Beyond the last pass, spring waited
Beyond the last pass, spring waited
Oh, we kept on going
Oh, we kept on going
[Bridge]
Then the sky turned gold
On a ridge of stone
And the choir rose up
Like a line of home
No road in sight
No fear in your face
Just that faraway bloom
In the coldest place
[Final Chorus]
The map ended long before the mountain did
The map ended long before the mountain did
Beyond the last pass, spring waited
Beyond the last pass, spring waited
Oh, we kept on going
Oh, we kept on going
Details
GeneratedJul 22, 2026
Duration4:32
LanguageEnglish
Style
Cinematic Himalayan folk with a slow, swaying pulse and mountain-drummed rhythm; verse rides sparse wind, frame drum, and low drone, pre-chorus opens with Tibetan bell calls and breathy flute runs, chorus lifts into chant-like choir and stacked unison vocals. Bells glint between lines, a cold gust swell leads each lift, and the mix stays wide, icy, and prayerful with close-mic lead over vast air., tibetan, folk
Credits
Prompt by
Brigids_Hearth
Brigids_HearthModelAria v5.5
Prompt
Cinematic Himalayan folk. Icy trek to Shangri-La. Tibetan bells, mountain flute, chant-like choir, wind. “The map ended long before the mountain did.” “Beyond the last pass, spring waited.”
