Mam Tor (The Shivering Mountain)

Mam Tor
Your torso shivers
As the backbone of our land
Under the weight
Of a now plagued country
The old ways
Elsewhere long gone
Still linger in these parts
The ways of our people
Whose ancient mighty fort
Crowned your glorious slopes
And whose dead
Dwell in your barrows
We will honour them
Forever
We will hail your mighty heights
And the caverns beneath
Those dark places
That had carved out our ores

Mam Tor, in the High Peak!
Celtic whispеrs still haunt
This windswept land
Of long endured wintеrs

The spirit of our land
Will never die
The spirit of the mountain is strong

Mam Tor, in the High Peak!
Celtic whispers still haunt
This windswept land
Of long endured winters

Mam Tor, Mam Tor