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

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