The Dwarves Song

Far over the Misty Mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old
We must away ere break of day
To seek the pale, enchanted gold

The dwarves of yore made mighty spells
Their hammers fell; like ringing bells
In places deep, where dark things sleep
In hallowed halls, beneath the fells

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 light

The mountains 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

Far over the Misty Mountains cold
Through dungeon-deep and cavern cold
We must away, ere break of day
To claim our long-forgotten gold
To claim our long-forgotten soul



Credits
Writer(s): John Tolkien
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