Always ancient, ever young
Born before time was begun
Power great then you can count
So it is with the Mare of the Mount
To know everything like the bird on the wing
To appear where ever said bird cares to sing
To vanish as if into thin air
These are the gifts of the Mountain Mare.
Water may vanish and fire will die:
But mountain forever will split the sky.
Metal will rust when exposed to the air:
But forever shall live the Mountain Mare.