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The mountain king

There he stod so high the mountain king from the north
With a thirsty mind
A young maiden from the community he tricked to his fort
With his magic
 
And the maiden she rides with the wind in her hair
So beautiful and fair like an elf
Stars they twinkel on the way she walks
In secret she meets her beloved
 
She falls in deep sleep with eyes of stone
In his cold embreace
His spells are strong, In thousands of years
she is chained
 
And In the evening she dresses herself in a golden dress
For she is leaving her king
In the darkest chamber she will become a wife
With her mountain king