On This Mountain

Freyr hides on his mountain
In the woods where the wild things frighten
Rooks and ravens, third eye blinding
Litt etter litt, the clipped winged crow

Walls grow high and wall grow low
Down in the belly where the wild things grow
All alone when the smoke does bellow
Litt etter litt, they'll take your soul

On this mountain we see it all
Down dark does the lonely fall
The sun does rise once again
To burn that fog in the devil's den

Freyr knows morе than he's telling
Rotted еarth has a way of smelling
All around silent souls are yelling
Litt etter litt, the night grows cold

Underneath is a swarm of mavens
Drive 'em back to their deep, damp caverns
We will swarm, murder of ravens
Litt etter litt, they'll take your soul

On this mountain we see it all
Down dark does the lonely fall
The sun does rise one again
To burn that fog in the devil's den

On this mountain we see it all
Down dark does the lonely fall
The sun does rise once again
Blood will shed in the devil's den
And light will find you