Howard Shore The Misty Mountains Cold (Hobbits)

Текст песни "Howard Shore — The Misty Mountains Cold (Hobbits)"

Far over
The Misty Mountains cold,
To dungeons deep
And caverns old,
The pines were roaring
On the heights,
The wind was moaning
In the night,
The fire was red,
It flaming spread,
The trees like torches
Blazed with light.