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

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