Howard Shore - Misty Mountains [The Hobbit] | Текст песни

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• Howard Shore
• Misty Mountains [The Hobbit]

Far over the Misty Mountains cold,
To dungeons deep and caverns old,
We must away, ere break of day,
To claim 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;
Laid low like torches blazed with light.