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

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