You stood at my gates. You swore an oath. But vows are dust... And now, so are you. Smashed into ashes, Covered in dust, You broke my commandment, Shattered my trust. You swore your soul to mountain stone, But turned away, walked on your own. Now thunder speaks, and I descend, I am not mercy. I do not bend. You scaled my heights with greedy hands, Desecrated ancient lands. You mocked the silence carved in flame, Now every whisper speaks your name. In the hall where no light dares, Where truth is weighed on cursed stairs, I sit on thrones of bone and ash, The Mountain King brings judgment fast. You touched what’s sealed, you stole the rite, You sparked the storm, you lost the fight. Now ravens feast, the sky turns black, The mountain’s wrath will not turn back. The rocks remember, the winds accuse, The ice burns deep, no path to choose. No tomb, no tale, just endless fall, A traitor crushed beneath it all. In the hall where oaths decay, The Mountain King has the final say. Your echoes die, your fire dimmed, Judgment passed, for you have sinned. You were warned. You were honored. You were mine. Now you are gone.
