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Beneath celestial skies, Our Great Mother lay

Great forests dwindle and decay

Our Great Mother, Our Great Gaia

The fruit you bear will take your children higher

Our Great Mother Gaia, the Earth

Your molten heart still beats

In a restless state of eternal sleep

Your molten heart still beats

Mountains made of stone that carve the souls of the weak

At mountain's tallest peak is where our sister sleeps

Her oceans rage with waters deep

Our Great Mother, Our Great Mother

Come rest the bones of fallen brothers

Your molten heart still beats

In a restless state of eternal sleep

Your molten heart still beats

Mountains made of stone that carve the bones of the weak