🎵 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  gold
 
 The pines were  on the height
 The winds were moaning in  night
 The fire was read,  flaming spread
 The trees like  blazed with light
 
 The dwarves of yore  mighty spells
 While  fell like ringing bells
 In places deep where  things sleep
 In hollow  beneath the fells
 
 For ancient kind and  lord
  many a gleaming golden hord
  shaped and wrought, and light they caught
 To hide in  on hilt of sword