[Lyrics: Patrik Rimmerfors] Dr stod han s resligt den bergakung frn norr
med ett trnande sinn
En ungm frn bygden han snrjde till sin borg
med sin trolldom
Och jungfrun hon rider med vinden i sitt hr
s fager och skn som en lva
Stjrnor de tindra p vgen hon skall fram
i lnndom hon mter sin kra
Hon faller i dvala med gonen av sten
i hans kyliga famn
Hans galdrar r starka, i tusende r
r hon fjttrad
Om afton hon klr sig med gyllene behag
ty hon fgnar sin kung
I mrkaste kammarn hon mnar att st brud
med sin bergakung
[English translation:] The Mountain King
There he stood so tall the mountain king from the north
with a pining spirit
A young maiden from the countryside lured to his castle
with his witchcraft
And the virgin she rides with the wind in her hair
so fair and beautiful like a fairy
Stars they twinkle on the way she shall travel
in secrecy she meets her beloved
She falls into dormancy with eyes of stone
in his cold embrace
His magical chants are strong, for a thousand years
is she fettered
In the evenings she clothes herself in golden grace
for she delights her king
In the darkest chamber she intends to be married
with her mountain king
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