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Far over the misty mountains cold to dungeons deep and caverns old, we must away ere break of day to seek the pale enchanted gold, the dwarves of yore made mighty spells while hammers fell like ringing bells, in places deep where dark things sleep, in hollow halls beneath the fells, for ancient king and elvish lord, there many a gleaming golden hoard, they shaped and wrought and light they caught, to hide in gems on hilt of sword, on silver necklaces they strung, the flowering stars on crowns they hung, the dragon fire on twisted wire, they meshed the light of moon and sun, far over the misty mountains cold to dungeons deep and caverns old, we must away ere break of day, to claim our long forgotten gold, goblets they carved there for themselves, and harps of gold where no man delves, there lay they long and many a song, was sung unheard by men or elves, the pines were roaring on the height, the winds were moaning in the night, the fire was red, it's flaming spread, the trees like torches blazed with light, the bells were ringing in the dale, and men looked up with faces pale, the dragons ire more fierce then fire, laid low their towers and houses frail, The mountains smoked beneath the moon, the dwarves they heard the tramp of doom, they fled their 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, far over the misty mountains cold to dungeons deep and caverns old. Here is the short version 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 its flaming spread the trees like torches blazed with light, that concludes this announcement PS this is our battle cry