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

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