Within the chasms of Stone,
the great halls of the mountain
king, men of the mountains,
dig in search of treasures gone.
With eager minds bent on gold,
gems, all forms of greed,
obsessed with the things of old,
they dig, and they dig,
Ignoring advice to which they should take heed.

Their tunnels stretch endlessly,
they are dim lit,
holding all manner of mystery,
there is no way out of it.
Men tunnel into this curious maze,
but a spell cast over the mountain
secures them inside, keeping them in a haze.

This is how he gains new slaves,
taking advantage of mens greed.
He knows the way out,
never will he be made to use it.
This is his domain of might stone,
deep within the mountains side.

With blackened eyes,
and messy beard,
a crown of marble,
he rules the mountains.