"In the far distant mountain tops, there lives the seer
Where the earth awaits the pale moon to kiss her lips
And the fertile wilderness dew dauntlessly drips
Oh!, the wild beast, child of the mystifying night
Guiding your blind steps with her shimmering light
Towards the unfathomed den by the swollen creek
Through the scarlet oak tree, all the answers you seek
She zealously guards in her ancient womb of love
Fear not the darkness or the hollowness above
As her feline silhouette unveils the prophet eyes
For she welcomes you into her forgiving arms
As she tucks you in with her sumptuous silvered hair
Her winged whispers soar as they vanish in the air
Your glimmering tears she will gracefully receive
Turned into nacre secrets you will no longer grieve".
