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

 The sword is  the spear is long
 The  swift, the gate is strong
 The heart is bold that looks on 
 The dwarves  more shall suffer wrong
 
 The mountain throne  more is freed
 O! Wandering fold, the  heed
 Come haste! Come  Across the waste
 The king of  and kin has need.
 
 Now call  over mountains cold
 Come back  the caverns old
 Here at  gates the king awaits
 His hands are rich with gems  gold
 
 The king is come unto  hall
  the mountain dark and tall
 The worm of dread is  and dead
 And ever so our foes shall