High in the mountains, far to the north
The Temmrien hides out of sight
And every winter she covers the land
In a blanket of silvery-white
Her son is the North Wind, her daughter is Ice
Her children do their duties well
And in the face of their glittering storm
The world is at peace for a spell
High in the mountains, high in the mountains
High in the mountains, far to the north
High in the mountains, high in the mountains
High in the mountains, far to the north
High in the mountains, far to the north
Her stars hang on ivory boughs
Then when the Wolf comes to swallow them all
The Sun escapes back to the clouds
A cage made of silver, a pelt made of gold
Both woven by fingers of white
Though she is gentle and fair as can be
Beware of the Temmrien's might
High in the mountains, high in the mountains
High in the mountains, far to the north
High in the mountains, high in the mountains
High in the mountains, far to the north