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Far over the misty mountains cold |
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To dungeons deep and caverns old |
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We must away ere break of day |
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To seek the pale enchanted gold |
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The dwarves of yore made mightly spells |
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While hammers fell like ringing bells |
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In places deep, where dark things sleep |
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In hollow halls beneath the fells |
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For ancient king and elvish lord |
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There many a gleaming golden hoard |
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They shaped and wrought, and light they caught |
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To hide in gems on hilt of sward |
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On silver necklaces they strung |
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The flowering stars, on crowns they hung |
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The dragon-fire, in twisted wire |
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They meshed the light of moon and sun |
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Far over the misty mountains cold |
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To dungeouns deep and caverns old |
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We must away, ere break of day |
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To claim our long-forgotten gold |
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Goblets they carved there for themselves |
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And harps of gold; where no man delves |
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There lay they long, and many a song |
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Was sung unheard by men or elves |
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The pines were roaring on the height |
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(The pines were roaring on the height) |
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The winds were moaning in the night |
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The fire was red, it flaming spread |
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(The fire was red, it flaming spread) |
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The trees like torches blazed with light |
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The bells were ringing in the dale |
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(The bells were ringing in the dale) |
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And men looked up with faces pale |
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The dragon's ire more fierce than fire |
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(The dragon's ire more fierce than fire) |
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Laid low their towers and houses frail |
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The mountain smoked beneath the moon |
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(The mountain smoked beneath the moon) |
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The dwarves, they heard the tramp of doom |
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They fled their hall to dying fall |
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(They fled their hall to dying fall) |
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Beneath his feet, beneath the moon |
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Far over the misty mountains grim |
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To dungeons deep and caverns dim |
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We must away, ere break of day |
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To win our harps and gold from him! |
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The pines were roaring on the height |
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(The pines were roaring on the height) |
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The winds were moaning in the night |
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The fire was red, it flaming spread |
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(The fire was red, it flaming spread) |
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The trees like torches blazed with light |
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The bells were ringing in the dale |
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(The bells were ringing in the dale) |
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And men looked up with faces pale |
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The dragon's ire more fierce than fire |
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(The dragon's ire more fierce than fire) |
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Laid low their towers and houses frail |
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(Originally named "Dwarven Song About Old Wealth" by Tolkien) |
