🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: In Hollow Halls Beneath The Fells - Summoning

 Far over the misty  cold
 To  deep and carvens old
 We must away ere break  day
 To seek the pale enchanted 
 
 The pines  roaring on the height
 The winds were moaning in the 
 The fire was read, it  spread
 The trees like  blazed with light
 
 The dwarves of yore made  spells
 While hammers fell  ringing bells
 In places  where dark things sleep
 In hollow  beneath the fells
 
 For ancient kind and elvish 
 There many a  golden hord
 They shaped and wrought,  light they caught
  hide in gems on hilt of sword