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 subterranean 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