In addition to the misty mountains,and cold,
Entering caves, dungeons nailed,
We leave before the sun rises,
In search of the pale enchanted gold.
Operated charms dwarves of yore,
At the sound of hammer which bell to ring
In deep sleep where the uncertainty,
In empty caves in the cliffs of the sea.
For the old king and his elf lord
Created named grand treasures;
The rocks shaped, light captured
Holding it in the bud the hilt of the sword.
On silver necklaces they joined
Star flower, made crowns
Fire-dragon and the same cord
They blew the sun and moon.
In addition to the misty mountains, cold,
Entering caves, dungeons lost
We leave before the sun rises
Seeking a long-forgotten treasures.
To use bowls were carved
And harps of gold. Where no one lives
forgot lost and their songs
For men and elves were not heard.
Rang on the mountain pine,
The winds howled at night blues
The fire burned red portable,
Trees in s-torch beams of light.
They rang the bells raining in the valley
Rose pale anxious faces;
Angry dragon fierce protesting
Flattening homes and beautiful towers.
In light of the moon mountains smoke;
The dwarves heard the final march.
They fled the shelter finding the enemy
And death beneath his feet in the moonlight.
In addition to the misty mountains, cold,
Entering caves, dungeons lost
We leave before the sun rises,
Seeking a long-forgotten treasures