Mountain

The story dwells in the distant past

People thought to themselves who would last

Frightened by the myths that lived up on the hill

For them to come and hunt and kill

Hey man where's my child?

Must have been taken 

To the mountain above

The village beneath 

Shook and worried with fear

For the creatures to come 

From the misty clear

A troll to come and crush their bones 

Or witches and wizards to steal their souls

Hey man where's my child?

Must have been taken 

To the mountain above

Darkness turns on the beast moves along

The sun they can't see, to the caves they must flee.