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

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