A keresés eredménye

The Misty Mountains Cold

Far away, beyond the chill of the Misty Mountains
The road to Erebor lies
With dawn on the way. Must return
The gold of those forgotten times.
 
The products of the dwarves in their former land,
Amazed everyone by their beauty.
And the hammer sang, in drakness tinkled
In the empty halls beneath the mountain.
 
The wind howled eerily that night,
The pines crackled, the fire danced
And there was a relentless fire,
The whole forest blazed like a torch.
 
People in Dale rang the bells.
Unfortunately, the battle was eneven.
From the skies, a dragon
Burned their tower and houses to the ground.
 
And the dwarves heard in the distance
The steps of the dragon that brought death.
The battle is lost, and under the moon
They left the halls.
 
Far away, beyond the chill of the Misty Mountains
The road to Erebor lies
With dawn on the way. Must return
The gold of those forgotten times.