On top of the Great Old Iron Mountain
Where the frost giant sleeps
Primordial one of the frost-times lies
In a sleep oh so deep
Oh great wizard from the northlands cold
Whose robes shadow times of old
What brings you here to my frozen keep
To disturb my ancient sleep
On top of the Great Old Iron Mountain
Where the frost giant once did sleep
Primordial one of the frost-times lies
In death, the deepest sleep
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