🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Our Foes Shall Fall - Summoning

 The sword  sharp, the spear is long
 The arrow  the gate is strong
 The heart is  that looks on gold
 The dwarves no  shall suffer wrong
 
 The  throne once more is freed
 O! Wandering fold,  summons heed
  haste! Come haste! Across the waste
 The king of friend and kin  need.
 
 Now call we  mountains cold
 Come back unto the caverns 
 Here at the gates the king 
  hands are rich with gems and gold
 
 The king is  unto his hall
 Under  mountain dark and tall
  worm of dread is slain and dead
 And ever so our foes  fall