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

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