White light
Burns my eyes
I wake and see
The truth
Blind your eyes
If you have fear
5. Olympus Mons
Maker of stone, rise...
Bringer of fire, rise, rise!
Wake from thy slumber
Raise thy peak
You will be a god again
Hail to thee!
Sleeping, waiting
An ancient power
Maker of stone, bringer of fire
Rise
Restore thy fallen summit
Reign once more
Spread thy fire, thy fury
Upon the surface of mars