O mountains tall, O mountains grand
our roots are deep in the land
we stand as one, united and strong
guardians of this land where we belong
through wind and storm, through fire and ice
our whispers carry secrets untold tales of magic and mysteries old
so let us gather, under the stars
and sing our songs from near and far
for we are the guardians of this land
the mountains , forever grand
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Sarby Salawie Luweleng
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