Releasing the pressure built over the years
Under your feet, you feel a rumble
Above the trees where the buzzard flies
The mountain is crying hot lava tears
Are starting to tumble
Your cumulus cloud glows misty red
Beneath those misty peaks you hide
The mountain is givin' birth to the land
Your magical veins flowin' silver and gold
Mountain of magic
As Apollo sets beyond your head
As thousands of rocks
Ejecting boulders like pieces of sand
Swirling vapors begin to rise
Standin' tall and proud
Molten rock created under
Birth to the land
Vibrations of subterranean thunder
