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Cast in clouds of Ice capped mountains, rising in my sleep

Formed and fixed by lava flows, climbing up so steep

Urartu was it's given name , in early Bible verse

Later changed and rearranged, translated unrehearsed

Historians will search through time, a treasure all men seek

The living blood of an age old flood, rested in it's peek

Remnants of a "Holy Grail", a boat they call, "The Ark"

Frozen deep in an icy sheet, hidden in the dark

They'll hunt "The Ark", for years to come, in every mountain pass...

Frozen forever, in a Sacred tomb, sealed in Mountain Glass.