The Song of Mountain Shal'vamor

Pass the ancient forest,
And where the giants rest
There is a mountain
That none can claim.

The sides are shear
With falls that any would fear.
On stone, cold and frigid
Ice grows sharp and rigid.

In the bowels of this beast
Lives fire from the deeps.
Lurking creatures of evil
Are hungering and primeval.

Heroes come from far and wide
To bring the mountain’s hide.
Eaten whole the heroes die
Exhaled with the mountain's sigh.

If you ever meet your fate
At the hands of valor's bait.
Know that you've been warned
Of the mountain scorned.