Mountain of mystery
Rising high above the clouds
Mountain of magic
Standin' tall and proud
Your magical veins flowin' 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 givin' birth to the land
Birth to the land

Under your feet, you feel [bad word] 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
tremendous force boiling deep inside