Misty Mountains (feat. Tom S. Englund)

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 height The winds were moaning in the night The fire was red, it flaming spread The trees like torches blazed with light The world was young, the mountains green No stain yet on the moon was seen No words were laid on stream or stone When Durin woke, he was alone A king he was on carven throne In many-pillared halls of stone With golden rooves and silver floor And runes of power upon the door 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 world is grey, the mountains old The forge's fire is ashen-cold