Far Over the Misty Mountains Cold (Complete Edition) Clamavi De Profundis

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
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
Their many a gleaming golden hoard
They shaped and wrought, and light they caught
To hide in gems on hilt of sword

On silver necklaces thеy strung
The flowerings stars, on crowns they hung
Thе 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 there 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