In Hollow Halls Beneath The Fells
Far over the misty mountains cold
\r\nTo dungeons deep and carvens old
\r\nWe must away ere break of day
\r\nTo seek the pale enchanted gold
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\r\nThe pines were roaring on the height
\r\nThe winds were moaning in the night
\r\nThe fire was read, it flaming spread
\r\nThe trees like torches blazed with light
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\r\nThe dwarves of yore made mighty spells
\r\nWhile hammers fell like ringing bells
\r\nIn places deep where dark things sleep
\r\nIn hollow halls beneath the fells
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\r\nFor ancient kind and elvish lord
\r\nThere many a gleaming golden hord
\r\nThey shaped and wrought, and light they caught
\r\nTo hide in gems on hilt of sword
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