Ha...the Mountain, Broad and Bold

Fire Brews in the Belly, but you are so Cold

you stand here, from time so old

I wonder how many lives you've mould



you look so mean, but covered in green

I can see the fire, rolled in rocky screen

rooted so deep, towards sky you creep

yet, for some eyes, you are only a heap



Till the fire is boiling, you'll be called 'Alive'

You'll have world's respect, it's not a lie

but the fire is growing and yearning to fly

The day is coming.......oh my my



The Smoke on the day, will cover all sky

The Heat will make the heavens cry

The Fire will flow to the ocean's womb

The rocks from then, will be called..... The Tomb!!!