In the cradle of the earth’s embrace,
Where silence meets a fiery sea,
The mountain wakes with a rumbling grace,
Unveiling secrets wild and free.

Rivers of molten dreams cascade,
Scorching paths through ancient stone,
In the heart of chaos, shades parade,
A dance where light and dark are sown.

Ashen whispers weave the sky,
A tapestry of shadows grand,
Embers rise, as phoenixes fly,
In this molten, mystical land.

Yet in the wake of nature’s roar,
Life finds roots in charred remains,
Rebirth blooms where flames once tore,
In the ashes, hope sustains.