Where Our Giants Live
In the youngest part of the earth Born by the oldest forces We journey deep, venture forth Bathed in sulfuric sources
Poetically musing through icy nights As we watched the lively dance Of the emerald fairy sprites Slowly turning our wrongs to rights
From valleys where the water falls To staircases of the gods And fissures in the earth And seas where our giants live Where sulfur bubbles underground
We swam, we camped, we cooked, we trekked And pulled ashore what was wrecked