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

 Far over the  mountains cold
 To dungeons deep and  old
 We must away ere break of 
 To  the pale enchanted gold
 
 The pines  roaring on the height
 The winds were moaning in  night
 The  was read, it flaming spread
  trees like torches blazed with light
 
 The dwarves of yore made  spells
  hammers fell like ringing bells
 In places deep where dark  sleep
 In hollow halls beneath  fells
 
 For ancient kind and  lord
 There  a gleaming golden hord
 They shaped and  and light they caught
 To hide in  on hilt of sword