Those on earth, they call me real
No phantasm, or cloud, with me you’ll feel
Hit your thumb with a hammer, bang!
I am the essence who is most Yang
Those of the east, they named me metal
Perhaps the new age shall call me crystal
Strength, and tension, pressure and strain
The bone of form, the skull for your brain
God’s kingdom extended to the realms most dense
Valiant souls, they then journeyed hence
The fist of the victor, the diamond, the will
The spine of a cactus, an avalanche spill
To air I am thunder, to water I’m hail
My iron stokes fires, to wood I’m the nail
To earth I’m the shovel, I’m the essence of men
The bullet, the sword blade, the tip of the pen
The teeth of the lion, the nails of a hare
Feel my action, if indeed you dare!