[Intro: Deep, resonant tribal drums with a distant, mournful flute] (Chanted softly) For mountains climb, Now is the time, For the Great Dance, This is our chance. [Verse 1: Shamanic chants layered over steady drum beats] Hit the ground together, With spirits of ancestor, Hammer earth with our feet, Let’s resound in the deep. [Chorus: Thunderous chants with rhythmic stomps, voices rising] Let mount Rainier spit fire, Let the magic rise higher! We call the wind and storm, Ancient power takes form! [Verse 2: Intensifying drums, ceremonial chants in unison] From this land we’re natives, Always treated like fugitives. Nature claim back its right, And our people its old might! [Bridge: Drum breakdown, whispered chants echoing like spirits] (Whispered) Spirits rise, mountains roar, Ancient power at our core. With fire and earth as one, Our battle has begun. [Pre-Chorus: Drums accelerating, chants rising in pitch] Hit the ground, raise your voice, In this battle, we've no choice! Feel the earth beneath your feet, Let the rhythm guide our beat. [Chorus: Return with full intensity, voices echo in unison] Let mount Rainier spit fire, Let the magic rise higher! We call the wind and storm, Ancient power takes form! [Finale: Drums at peak intensity, chants echoing into silence] And by the dawn of the day, Dragons and mages pave the way. Let mount Rainier spit fire, Let the magic rise higher!