Standing on a mountain high,
Watching the clouds go by,
Below is an ocean deep,
What secrets does this landscape keep?
Land of beauty,
Land of mystery.
Rumors of portal ruins, just tales?
Compass in hand, never fails.
The path ahead is steep,
Don’t remember my last sleep.
Land of beauty,
Land of mystery,
Portal on the horizon,
Hurry before the light is gone.
Something new or something old?
Is it a relic of stories told?
Push on with renewed perseverance,
Unfamiliar shapes in the distance.
Land of beauty,
Land of mystery,
A frame on the horizon,
Hurry before the light is gone.
A spot of sickly red,
The smell of something dead,
Gold, iron, and broken stones.
Crying obsidian quietly moans.
Land of beauty,
Land of mystery,
Portal towering before me,
Do I approach or flee?
Lava glows, a chest’s call,
Black block did fall,
“Strike a spark” I hear,
Yet there is no one near.
Land of beauty,
Land of mystery,
I place the final part,
I gather strength in my heart.
Spark ignite!
Purple fright!
Gather my might!
Lean into the light!