Mountain of mystery, Rising high above the clouds. Mountain of magic, Standing tall and proud, Your magical veins Flowing silver and gold, Your cumulus cloud glows misty red, As apollo sets beyond your head. Releasing the pressure built over the years The mountain is crying hot lava tears Molten rock created under vibrations of Sub-terranean thunder Ejecting boulders like pieces of sand The mountain is Giving birth to the land.
Under your feet you feel a rumble As thousands of rocks are starting to tumble Above the trees where the buzzard flies Swirling vapors begin to rise Beneath those misty peaks you hide A tremendous force boiling deep inside.
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