Jeff Winner
the hobbit misty mountains epic metal
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Far over, the Misty Mountains Cold.
To dungeons deep, and caverns old.
We must away, ere break of day, to find our long, forgotten gold.
The pines were roaring, all the night.
The winds were howling, in the night.
The fire did sway, in flame did sway.
The trees like torches, blazed with light.
We Must away, ere break of day, to find our long, forgotten gold.
Far over.
Far over!
The Misty Mountains Cold.