O King of Stone, You Mighty and Tall Your gargantuan shape dominating the land Your ominous peak where cold winds howl Watching silent from above
Your voice the sound of rumbling stones And wind lashing your impervious cliffs Your cloak the cold rising mist Of snow and ice your glacial coat
Way Up High, the Mighty Mountain towering to the Sky An Ancient King turned into stone by the rage of Gods And now He stands, a Presence enormous and austere Amidst the impervious Lands of Ice, dominating from Above
Arcane legends echo through the valleys dark and deep Written in stone, and told at night by elders At day we behold your silent austere shape Inspiring awe, respect and ancient fear
Who dares venture on the inviolable cliffs Curse shall lay heavy on them all The Mountain shall claim their fragile lives From their valiant journey never to returnTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
