Bài hát: Misty Mountains / Song Of The Lonely Mountain - David Arkenstone

Far over the misty mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old
We must away ere break of day
To find our long forgotten gold
The pines were roaring on the height
The winds were moaning in the night
The fire was red, is flaming spread
The trees like torches blazed with light

(BONUS)
Some folk we never forget
Some kind we never forgive
Haven't seen the back of us yet
We'll fight as long as we live

All eyes on the hidden door
To the Lonely Mountain born
We'll ride in the gathering storm
Until we get our long forgotten gold.

Far over the misty mountains cold.....