Текст песни Misty Mountains - Jonathan Young feat. Dylan Myers

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.
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.
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!