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Far Over the Misty Mountains Cold
by Efenstor



Far over the misty mountains cold
to dungeons deep and caverns old
We must away ere break of day,
to seek our pale enchanted gold.

The dwarves of yore made mighty spells,
while hammers fell like ringing bells,
in places deep, where dark things sleep,
in hollow halls beneath the fells.

For ancient King and elvish Lord
there many a gleaming golden hoard
they shaped and 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, on 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 claim 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 heights,
the wind was 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 their towers and houses frail

The mountains smoked beneath the moon
the dwarves, they heard the tramp of the dragon
they fled the 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.
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Lyrics submitted by Ashley Embrey.