Choir - Far Over the Misty Mountains | Текст песни

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• Far Over the Misty Mountains

Far over the misty mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old

The pines were roaring on the height,
The winds were moaning in the night.
The fire was red, it flaming spread;
The trees like torches biased with light.

The mountain smoked beneath the moon;
The dwarves, they heard the tramp of doom.
They fled their hall to dying -fall
Beneath his feet, beneath the moon.

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