Lady of the Hellers Words by Barbara Bowen © 1996, music by Teri WachowiakAm The Stormqueen sleeps entrapped in spells, G Am And none knows where she lies, Am D Walk softly in the mountains for, C E To wake her is not wise, C F For when she rises from her bed, G E The winds they also rise, Am G Am Whene'er the Lady wakes beneath the Hellers. It's death to walk the Hellers, Underneath a blackening sky, And the fool who doesn't know it, Is surely bound to die. For the mountains show no mercy, Nor where the graves may lie, For the Lady of the Mountain rules the Hellers. She spreads her cloak across the sky, And turns the day to night, And the flashing of her dancing swords, Provides the only light. And mountain folk seek shelter then, For well they know her might, When the Mountain Lady dances on the Hellers. Her footsteps pound the thunder out, And shake the very ground, And the echoes crashing off the peaks, Can bring the mountains down. And the howling of the banshee wind, That drowns all other sound Is the Lady's laughter ringing through the Hellers. She does not see the mountain folk, Nor where their houses lie, She marks not where her feet may tread, Nor where her bolts may fly. There's a wild and wondrous beauty, In her race across the sky, But it's death to dance with the Lady of the Hellers. At last her feet grow weary and, The thunder fades away, The storm clouds break and scatter, As bright sunbeams pierce the gray. Then the shining peaks and crystal air, Can steal your breath away, While the Lady sleeps and dreams beneath the Hellers. The Stormqueen sleeps entrapped in spells, And none knows where she lies.