Far Over the Misty Mountains Cold
Clamavi De Profundis Lyrics

Far over the Misty Mountains cold,
We must travel far beyond the cold and misty mountains

To dungeons deep and caverns old,
We must venture into old dungeons and deep caverns

We must away, ere break of day,
We must depart before the day breaks

To seek our pale enchanted gold.
We seek our enchanted gold that has lost its luster

The dwarves of yore made mighty spells,
Dwarves of the past cast powerful spells

While hammers fell like ringing bells,
While hammers pounded like ringing bells

In places deep, where dark things sleep,
In deep places where dark creatures slumber

In hollow halls beneath the fells.
In empty halls underneath the hills.

For ancient king and elvish lord
For long gone kings and elvish rulers

There many a gleaming golden hoard
There were many piles of shining gold treasure

They shaped and wrought, and light they caught,
They crafted and formed it, capturing the light

To hide in gems on hilt of sword.
To conceal within sword hilts made of precious gems

On silver necklaces they strung
On silver necklaces they hung

The flowering stars, on crowns they hung
The starry flowers on their crowns

The dragon-fire, on twisted wire
The dragon's fiery breath, woven together with wire

They meshed the light of moon and sun.
They blended the light of the moon and the sun

Far over the Misty Mountains cold,
We must travel far beyond the cold and misty mountains

To dungeons deep and caverns old,
We must venture into old dungeons and deep caverns

We must away, ere break of day,
We must depart before the day breaks

To claim our long-forgotten gold.
To take back our gold that we have forgotten

Goblets they carved there for themselves,
They crafted goblets for themselves

And harps of gold, where no man delves
And golden harps from the depths where no one goes

There lay they long, and many a song
They remained there for a long time, and sang many songs

Was sung unheard by men or elves.
Songs that were unheard by anyone, man or elf.

The pines were roaring on the heights,
The tall pines were roaring on the hilltops

The wind was moaning in the night,
The wind was wailing through the darkness

The fire was red, it flaming spread,
The fire was spreading, burning red

The trees like torches blazed with light.
The trees blazed like torches with light

The bells were ringing in the dale,
The bells were ringing in the valley

And men looked up with faces pale.
And people looked up with frightened faces

The dragon's ire, more fierce than fire,
The dragon's anger, fiercer than fire

Laid low their towers and houses frail.
Destroyed their weak towers and houses

The mountain smoked beneath the moon.
The mountain smoked under the moonlight

The dwarves, they heard the tramp of doom.
The dwarves heard the footsteps of their impending doom

They fled the hall to dying fall
They ran from the hall, stumbling as they went

Beneath his feet, beneath the moon.
Underneath its feet, beneath the moon

Far over the Misty Mountains grim,
We must travel far beyond the cold and scary mountains

To dungeons deep and caverns dim,
We must venture into deep and dimly lit caverns

We must away, ere break of day,
We must depart before the day breaks

To win our harps and gold from him!
To take back our harps and gold from the dragon