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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 As hammers fell, like ringing bells In places deep where dark things sleep In hallow hall beneath the fells

For ancient king and elvish lord There many a gleaming golden hoard They shape the wrought, and light they caught To hide in gems on hilt of sword.

On silver necklaces they strung The flowering stars, on crowns they hung The dragon-fire, in twisted wire They meshed the light of moon and sun.

Far over the Misty Mountains cold To dungeons deep and caverns old We must away ere break of day To find our long forgotten gold

Goblets they carved for themselves And harps of gold where no man delves There lay they long, and many a song Was sung unheard by men or elves

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 bells were ringing in the dale And men looked up with faces pale The dragon's ire, more fierce than fire laid low there towers and house frail

The mountain smoked beneath the moon The dwarves, the heard the tramp of doom they fled their hall to dying fall Beneath his feet, beneath the moon.

Far over the Misty Mountains grim To dungeons deep and caverns dim We must away ere break of day To win our harps and gold from him!  