Deep solemn voices speak from within

Falling snow in the dead of night

Like the grand emperor of solitude

Alone humming, cooing -- singing his song

...Om...

Profound silence in a gesture of grandeur

Icy peaks, frost bitten slopes and fierce bitter winds

Chilling the very soul

Harder then stone, colder then ice

The mountain sings its song

From high atop the mountain’s peak he peers out down below

From a solid base I see his face

A mask of ice and snow