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[ti:] |
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[ar:] |
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[al:] |
| [01:04.13] |
The sword is sharp, the spear is long |
| [01:07.96] |
The arrow swift, the gate is strong |
| [01:12.15] |
The heart is bold that looks on gold |
| [01:16.16] |
The dwarves no more shall suffer wrong |
| [01:20.15] |
The mountain throne once more is freed |
| [01:24.04] |
O! Wandering fold, the summons heed |
| [01:28.52] |
Come haste! Come haste! Across the waste |
| [01:31.93] |
The king of friend and kin has need. |
| [01:52.08] |
Now call we over mountains cold |
| [01:55.78] |
Come back unto the caverns old |
| [01:59.87] |
Here at the gates the king awaits |
| [02:03.55] |
His hands are rich with gems and gold |
| [02:07.89] |
The king is come unto his hall |
| [02:11.73] |
Under the mountain dark and tall |
| [02:15.76] |
The worm of dread is slain and dead |
| [02:19.92] |
And ever so our foes shall fall |
