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Misty Mountains (feat. Adam Chance) - Project Pigeon.lrc

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[00:32.300]Far over the Misty Mountains cold
[00:39.400]To dungeons deep and caverns old
[00:47.400]We must away, ere break of day
[00:54.800]To claim our long-forgotten gold
[01:05.200]
[01:12.000]Goblets they carved there for themselves
[01:20.300]And harps of gold, where no man delves
[01:27.500]There lay they long, and many a song
[01:36.300]Was sung unheard by men or elves
[01:42.400]The pines were roaring on the heights
[01:50.400]The wind was moaning in the night
[01:58.400]The fire was red, it flaming spread
[02:07.000]The trees like torches blazed with light
[02:13.400]The bells were ringing in the dale
[02:21.400]The men looked up with faces pale
[02:30.000]The dragon’s ire, more fierce than fire
[02:37.400]Laid low their towers and houses frail
[02:44.400]The mountain smoked beneath the moon
[02:52.400]The dwarves, they heard the tramp of doom
[03:01.000]They fled the hall to dying fall
[03:08.300]Beneath his feet, beneath the moon
[03:17.400]
[03:24.300]Far over the Misty Mountains grim
[03:31.500]To dungeons deep and caverns dim
[03:39.400]We must away, ere break of day
[03:47.400]To win our harps and gold from him
文本歌词
Far over the Misty Mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old
We must away, ere break of day
To claim our long-forgotten gold
Goblets they carved there for themselves
And harps of gold, where no man delves
There lay they long, and many a song
Was sung unheard by men or elves
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
The bells were ringing in the dale
The men looked up with faces pale
The dragon’s ire, more fierce than fire
Laid low their towers and houses frail
The mountain smoked beneath the moon
The dwarves, they heard the tramp of doom
They fled the hall to dying fall
Beneath his feet, beneath the moon
Far over the Misty Mountains grim
To dungeons deep and caverns dim
We must away, ere break of day
To win our harps and gold from him