Far over the misty mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old
We must away, ere break of day,
To find our long-forgotten gold.
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 blazed with lightЕще Howard Shore
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- Howard Shore - Misty Mountains (by Richard Armitage and The Dwarf Cast) (1)