The queen's quest

O'er the lands above the mounts
A fair, fairly screams and shouts,
With sounds that please and ease the days
A voice that frees from all the doubts.
You goes wander off the lands
With filthy feet and dirty hands
To find the maiden of the pearly clouds
Through fields of ice and lands of sand.
O'er thee ascends a creature
Guiding thee through the greens of nature
Thou refuses to pursue the thing
To find the beautiful fair's enclosure.
Thou art lost, thou shan't go back
Thou's gone mad, thou lost thy track
Thou shall follow the creature's order
Or thee shall end in a hell of black.
Thou sees the bird o'er thy head
Thou wonders "i, alive or dead?"
Thou find thyself above the mounts
And tears from thy eyes are shed.
Thee finds the maiden sings and sings
Thee sees the beauty clap her wings
Cuts the skies, the suns they rise
She's now thy queen and thou art her king.