🔷🔸🔹🔸🔹🔸🔹🔸🔹🔸🔹🔸🔹🔸🔹🔸🔹🔸🔹🔸🔹🔸🔹🔶 🎺🎸 We are the **StorytellerZ** – the German hub for Suno artists. 🎶 Come join us, connect and become part of our creative hive: 👉 https://discord.gg/pXKrJtmAe7 ``` 🔷🔸🔹🔸🔹🔸🔹🔸🔹🔸🔹🔸🔹🔸🔹🔸🔹🔸🔹🔸🔹🔸🔹🔶 © 2025 by Phantommieke Unauthorized use or duplication of these lyrics and music is prohibited 🔷🔸🔹🔸🔹🔸🔹🔸🔹🔸🔹🔸🔹🔸🔹🔸🔹🔸🔹🔸🔹🔸🔹🔶 Deep in Giant Mountains| Phantommieke Contribution to [STTZ Myths Event] by Chronist 🔷🔸🔹🔸🔹🔸🔹🔸🔹🔸🔹🔸🔹🔸🔹🔸🔹🔸🔹🔸🔹🔸🔹🔶 Rübezahl ist der berühmte Berggeist des Riesengebirges, dessen Legende seit dem 16. Jahrhundert überliefert ist. Neben „Rübezahl“ wird er auch „Krakonoš“ (tschechisch) und „Liczyrzepa“ (polnisch) genannt. Die Sage erzählt, dass er die Königstochter Emma entführte und sie mit Zauberrüben tröstete, die ihre Freundinnen erscheinen ließen. Um zurückzukehren, sollte er alle Rüben zählen – währenddessen gelang ihr die Flucht. Rübezahl tritt als Riese, Zwerg oder Mönch auf, spielt Streiche, hilft aber oft auch Armen. Er ist der launische, mächtige „Herr der Berge“, gefürchtet und verehrt zugleich, und seine Namen spiegeln die multikulturelle Tradition des Riesengebirges wider. Rübezahl is the famous mountain spirit of the Giant Mountains, whose legend dates back to the 16th century. Besides “Rübezahl,” he is known as “Krakonoš” (Czech) and “Liczyrzepa” (Polish). The legend tells that he kidnapped Princess Emma and comforted her with magical turnips that made her companions appear. To return home, she tricked him into counting all the turnips—this gave her time to escape. Rübezahl appears as a giant, dwarf, or monk, plays pranks, but often helps the poor as well. He is the moody, mighty “Lord of the Mountains,” both feared and respected, and his different names reflect the multicultural heritage of the Giant Mountains. 🔷🔸🔹🔸🔹🔸🔹🔸🔹🔸🔹🔸🔹🔸🔹🔸🔹🔸🔹🔸🔹🔸🔹🔶 [Intro ] Deep in Giant Mountains, where old stones dream deep, A spirit wanders, secrets he will keep. Krakonoš they whisper, Liczyrzepa too, But Rübezahl’s the name the wild winds blew. [Verse 1 ] Lord of thunder, avalanche's frozen fang, Mist he weaves, 'til cracking stones give way, Weather-king eternal, where shadows play. Now a monk in grey, now raven on the gale, A thousand faces in the mountain's tale. [Chorus] Rübezahl, you mountain spirit, Your shadow dances on the moonlit snow, Kind but wild and merciless, Master where the icy tempests blow. Honor him and earn his favor, Mock him and feel the mountain’s woe. [Verse 2] He breaks the chains, the wretched find release, Turns fool's gold to dust, grants weary souls their peace. He walks as pilgrim, knocks upon your door, Weighs your heart – the truth it can't ignore. Judge beyond the saints in gilded frame, He sees your soul, untouched by mortal shame. [Chorus] Rübezahl, you mountain spirit, Your shadow dances on the moonlit snow, Kind but wild and merciless, Master where the icy tempests blow. [Bridge | spoken Words] Once he loved fair Emma by the stream, Her laughter echoes, a half-forgotten dream. He carved her roses from the mountain stone, Now only hears the wind's lamenting moan. [Verse 3 ] Mock his name, and storms will tear the ground, Hail and thunder, vengeance all around. He guards the wild since dawn on ancient stone, Keeper of the balance – forever on his throne. [Final Chorus | female Vocals and | powerful male choir] Rübezahl, you ancient spirit, Guardian where the cold winds flow. Valley people, heed the ancient lore – He still walks where moonfires glow. When the wind howls out his name in fright, Know the mountain watches through the night. [End]
