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

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