In the cradle of the world’s spine,
Where molten rivers carve their path,
The volcano speaks in tongues of fire,
A symphony of flames and wrath.

Beneath the silent, star-lit sky,
The mountain guards its fiery soul,
Whispering secrets of the deep,
Where ancient powers roil and roll.

Ash dances with the midnight air,
A ballet of destruction and rebirth,
Nature’s wrath and tender care,
The roaring heart within the earth.

From molten core to skyward plume,
The volcano sings its timeless song,
A testament to nature’s might,
In fire and ash, where we belong.