In the Mountain-land,
mystical and cleaved
canyons mutilate
the Basin of the Gods.

Savage steeds storm
sandy, solemn wastes.
Wreaking havoc, but
running honorably.

Great Rivers where
the Elves enjoy peace,
and frolick with glee
and rhythmic joy.

Divine bliss and
sacred beings do
wander around
the Great Basin.

One only must
find them, many
in one’s plain view.
One must look.