Misty Mountains - Howard Shore

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

The pines were roaring on the heights
The wind were moaning in the night
The fire was red, it flaming spread
The trees like torches blazed with light
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