Howling Mountain

Up on Howling Mountain Underneath the sky They are forging magic metal As the torn clouds scream and fly Chorus: For Fenris must be chained Or Chaos will be king Up on Howling Mountain Within a bubbling vat They put the first ingredient The footfall of a cat Up on Howling Mountain To seal a wolven weird They next put in the cauldron A gentle woman's beard Up on Howling Mountain With many a magic word They throw into the mixture The spittle of a bird Up on Howling Mountain With chant and lyre and flute The sorcerors are shouting as They drop in mountain's root