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.