In the mountains of the mind, where echoes never cease,
Nietzsche's words like whispers, a philosopher's release.
"Thus Spake Zarathustra," a dance of thoughts so free,
A melody of wisdom, transcending you and me.

Oh, Zarathustra, speak to us from high,
Your words like thunder, reaching through the sky.
Noble overman, in your truth we find,
A dance of the spirit, a song for all of humankind.

Eternal recurrence, a circle ever tight,
The will to power, a flame within our sight.
Beyond good and evil, where the Ubermensch resides,
A call to greatness, where the soul abides.