(A druidic chant)
Our mountain’s song brings smoke and flame
Fear not the heat nor try to tame
Ground gives way and fires consume
Ill omen or anger are not to blame
Listen close to her trembling words
Trees snap as she strikes each chord
Waves crash and boil at her feet
A mountain bends its knee to no lord
Volcano spirit weaves life from her loom
Where fires burst, flowers now bloom
Where earth cracks, the isle grows
Clear skies cut through thick smoke’s plume
At dawn’s break we sing her praise
As birds return from her burning gaze
New life grows from molten bed
Her spirit will last beyond our days
