Lo! Lo and behold
The world laid before you
It takes new forms;
It grows, Before long
The land will smolder
And chaos will overflow
From the peaks
To the seas
Ignition from the inner channels
Through the mantle death now travels
From the core
Wherein is stored
A molten mortar waiting for
A vent to open for fire to flow
Deposit ash
Stone turned to glass
Through small eruptions, the mountain born
As the quake contribute to the storm
Now out from the cold
The world has flourished
The soil flush with warmth
It grows, before long
The land will reap spoils
The flora in overgrowth
From the peaks
To the seas
Ignition from the inner channels
Through the mantle death now travels
From the core
Wherein is stored
A molten mortar waiting for
A vent to open for fire to flow
Deposit ash
Stone turned to glass
Through small eruptions, the mountain born
As the quake contribute to the storm
The terrathaw, the mist it breaks and lifts
The rising of the oceans create bizarre tidal shifts
Tectonic collisions shake the fragile earth
The quake creates a path from hell to the surface
From the core
Wherein is stored
A molten mortar waiting for
A vent to open for fire to flow
Deposit ash
Stone turned to glass
Through small eruptions, the mountain born
As the quake contribute to the storm
The mountain born