I see through the great mountains
beneath the northern stars..
And I know they are not the only kin of
stars..
Rivers of green and blue run beneath these
mountains into the everleasting void of
spirits..
Into the black emptiness where lone stars
swirl about..
Where paths of tortured and twisted stone
float..
See the paths, the stars in this cosmic
spirit world..
Here float spirits ever about, spirits
cast here from some cursed world, worlds I
cursed and created long ago..
Watcheth from great distance..See the
stars' formations..The worlds they left
belonged to my spirit..
Behold the mountain beyond the stars of
planetary heavens..
The mountain made of spirits, that
mountain is my soul, my essence, my symbol
of eternal majesty..
I am the mountain of spirits..
The mountain beyond the stars..