Mountain God

Behold the vast dismal hall beneath the black mountain and the great ebony throne in the middle of it
See the ancient god sitting upon this throne and holding in his hand a golden chalice full of human suffering and fear.

Once god of joy he became god of pain
By the will of Young Gods
The sword on the altar before the throne
The sword of blue magical steel
The Great Sword of Power
My disciple, it must be yours!

Tortured victims fill all the hall before the throne Losing the rest of mind and soul with the parting groan
Eyes gushing blood, mouth torn with a scream and no one hears
Before this face, bloodlustful and grim, life disappears.

Winged creatures under the ceiling down they stare
Harvest pain, fear and suffering bouncing there
Mixed with gore it makes the drink for the ancient god
Raising powers of Mountain King dreadful lord.

Hagen, disciple of Darkness...
Step forth and take what now is yours...
The sword...

And I will help you with my force
I gather the power for flaming spell
Around myself turning the world
Gaining true fire from the heart of Muspell
Floods of the time I distort.

Fire shines into their eyes, hear their cries
Dusk dies, uncovers disguise, see their demise
Trampling down mountain guards you break to the throne
Crushing their swords, slashing apart with the strength grown.

Fire shines, blind are their eyes, your powers rise
Dusk dies, uncovers disguise, now take your prize Before the throne you grab the sword - finally yours
You pierce the chest of mountain lord with no remorse.

With their lord disincarnated the servants of the mountain disappear
And the souls of the tortured finally obtain their long waited freedom
Rejoicing in their afterlife.

Banished is the god - the body's dead and spirit roams
But no return for blood that's shed and for painful groans
Victims death turned into power that never dies
Now it's waiting for its hour to arise.