The Arkenstone might be here, or perhaps a path to the hollow world is near. A path has been carved, through a mountain side! Impossible, Impossible! so many cried! yet stone to dreams of ambition and exploration yielded, but the weight of the Mountain brings wonder still! It could at any moment collapse, and doing so it might kill! Each turn of the wheel upon the rail is a terrible wonderful risk! You're under the mountain now, you're PART of the mountain now, along a pathway dark and brisk! Each echo each echo Each echo it makes, from the move of the pistons to the tap on the brakes shows a dream of conquest that ended in balance somehow, miracles of stone and of steel! You're so small, yet your forefathers defeated something so large! Now how does that make you feel? 🎼