In mountains high and forests shady Blowing wind and blinking sun Moon a'shining stars a'falling Greeted on their son. Up the stream in a mountain cave his Mother laboured all alone Cast out for his misconception The prodigy son was born. "Hear my words", they heard the oracle Downstreams in the gathering tent The earth and air will bear you a miracle Easing your lament For what you yearned for's coming live A child who'll fight your unfought wars So bow and pray for he's arriving Far in a mountain hide And he's on fire All the sages, all the villagers Climbed their way to the mountain hide Brought along their gifts for the prodigy Bowing for his might And as they knelt and mumbled prayers Their hearts gave in to the profet's words But none of them was brave enough To look him in the eyes For they were fire The years went by and the boy grew up Slaying dragons, mending souls None could match his valourous deeds but Join him in his cause And soon enough there came the day When he rose up 'gainst the tyrant king Lightnings served him, winds obeyed him And they fought by him on Wings of fire