The Misty Mountains Cold - Moongates Guardian

Far over the Misty Mountains cold

To dungeons deep and caverns old

We must away, ere break of day

To seek our pale enchanted gold

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!