Stephen J Anderson - Far Over The Misty Mountains Cold | Текст песни

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Far over the misty mountains cold
In 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 dwarves of yore made mighty spells,
While hammers fell like ringing bells

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.

The bells were ringing in the dale
And men looked up with faces pale;

The dragon's ire more fierce than fire
Laid low their towers and houses frail.

The wind came down from mountains cold
And like a tide he rode and rode

Under the mountains Dark and tall
The king has come unto his hall

His foe is dead the Worm of Dread
And even so his foes shall fall

We must away E’re break of day
To seek our long forgotten gold


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