Far Over the Misty Mountains Cold
Clamavi De Profundis Lyrics
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To dungeons deep and caverns old,
We must away, ere break of day,
To seek our pale enchanted gold.
The dwarves of yore made mighty spells,
While hammers fell like ringing bells,
In places deep, where dark things sleep,
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 heights,
The wind was moaning in the night,
The fire was red, it flaming spread,
The trees like torches blazed with light.
The bells were ringing in the dale,
And men looked up with faces pale.
The dragon's ire, more fierce than fire,
Laid low their towers and houses frail.
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!
The song 'Far Over the Misty Mountains Cold' by Clamavi De Profundis is a beautiful portrayal of a group of dwarves who plan to venture into the treacherous mountains to reclaim their long-forgotten treasure. The lyrics begin by describing the harsh landscape of the mountains and the deep dungeons and caverns where the group of dwarves must venture. The group is hopeful in their pursuit of their enchanted gold, and they must make their way before sunrise.
Moving on, the lyrics speak of the mighty spells and hammers of the dwarves, who created impressive halls and hoards of gleaming gold. They then set out to hide their treasure in gems and necklaces and fashioned crowns, using the light of the moon and the sun. The group, determined to reclaim their lost treasure, must navigate the harsh and perilous mountains in search of their gold and gems.
The song further portrays the dwarves as being skilled craftsmen who fashioned goblets of gold and harps for themselves, which they kept in hidden halls. There they sang unheard songs that were unknown to men and elves. The lyrics are also haunting, as they describe the roaring pines, the moaning winds, and the flaming fire that spread through the trees like torches.
Line by Line Meaning
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
Contributed by Maria J. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
@josephturner8980
Far Over the Misty Mountains Cold - Complete (Tolkien's Poems)
0:50 "Far Over the Misty Mountains Cold"
6:40 "Song of Durin"
8:57 Last verse of "Far Over the Misty Mountains Cold"
9:36 "The Wind Was on the Withered Heath"
12:56 "Under the Mountain Dark and Tall"
15:07 Ethereal Interlude
16:13 Last half of "Under the Mountain Dark and Tall"
17:55 "Farewell We Call to Hearth and Hall!"
@marcheskitv
These are the lyrics of the Misty Mountains cold in Scottish Gaelic (dunno why but here it is!)
ada thairis air na beanntan ceòthach fuar
Gu dungeons domhainn agus uaimhean aosta
Feumaidh sinn falbh airson briseadh an latha
Gus an t-òr draoidheil bàn a shireadh.
Rinn na troich yore geasan cumhachdach,
Fhad ‘s a bhiodh ùird a’ tuiteam mar chluig a ’glagadaich
Ann an àiteachan domhainn, far am bi rudan dorcha a ’cadal,
Ann an tallachan falamh fo na h-easan.
Airson seann rìgh agus tighearna elvish
An sin tha ulaidh òrail gleansach
Bhiodh iad a ’cumadh agus ag obair, agus aotrom a ghlac iad
Gus falach ann an seudan air fèileadh a ’chlaidheimh.
Air necklaces airgid rinn iad strì
Na reultan flùr, air crùin a bhiodh iad a ’crochadh
An teine-dràgon, ann an sreang toinnte
Bha iad a ’lasadh solas na gealaich agus na grèine.
Fada thairis air na beanntan ceòthach fuar
Gu dungeons domhainn agus uaimhean aosta
Feumaidh sinn air falbh, fois an latha,
Gus tagradh a dhèanamh air an òr a dhìochuimhnich sinn o chionn fhada.
Goblets a shnaigh iad an sin dhaibh fhèin
Agus clàrsaichean òir; far nach eil duine a ’deànamh
An sin luidh iad fada, agus mòran òran
Chaidh a sheinn gun chluinntinn le fir no sìobhragan.
Bha na craobhan giuthais a ’ròstadh air an àirde,
Bha na gaothan a ’gearan anns an oidhche.
Bha an teine dearg, sgaoil e lasrach;
Bha na craobhan mar lòchrain a ’lasadh le solas.
Bha na glagan a ’glagadaich san dale
Agus fir bha iad a ’coimhead suas le aghaidhean bàn;
Tha an dràgon nas làidire na teine
Laididh na tùir agus na taighean lag.
Bha a ’bheinn a’ smocadh fon ghealach;
Na troichean a chuala iad an dochann.
Theich iad an talla aca gu tuiteam
Fo a chasan, fon ghealach.
Òran Durin:
Bha an saoghal òg, na beanntan uaine,
Chan fhacas stain fhathast air a ’Ghealach,
Cha deach faclan a chuir sìos air allt no clach
Nuair a dhùisg Durin agus a ’coiseachd leis fhèin.
Dh ’ainmich e na cnuic gun ainm agus dells;
Dh ’òl e à tobraichean nach deach fhuasgladh fhathast;
Chrath e agus choimhead e ann am Mirrormere,
Agus chunnaic crùn de rionnagan a ’nochdadh,
Mar ghems air snàithlean airgid,
Os cionn dubhar a chinn.
Tha an saoghal liath, na beanntan sean,
Tha teine a ’cheàrnaidh cho fuar-fhuar;
Chan eil clàrsach air a slaodadh, chan eil òrd a ’tuiteam:
Tha an dorchadas a ’gabhail còmhnaidh ann an tallachan Durin;
Tha an dubhar na laighe air an uaigh aige
Ann am Moria, ann an Khazad-dûm.
Ach fhathast tha na rionnagan fodha a ’nochdadh
Ann an Mirrormere dorcha agus gun ghaoth;
An sin tha a chrùn ann an uisge domhainn,
Bidh Till Durin a ’dùsgadh a-rithist bho chadal.
@mickc7955
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 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 in 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 heights
The winds was moaning in the night
The fire was red, it flaming spread
The trees like torches blazed with light
The bells were ringing in the dale
And men looked up with faces pale
The dragon's ire, more fierce than fire
Laid low their towers and houses frail
The mountain 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
@ClamaviDeProfundis
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@nicksieben7701
sawakonotsadako2 What the heck are you saying?
@60sSam
+Nick Sieben
Apparently the Flying Spaghetti Monster approves of the video.
@joshuacunningham1845
Clamavi De Profundis you guys are amazing thank you for your lotr music
@silmenoredwardson6523
Your name means, “ you sang about the profound things”, yes?
@kristianmartin2772
Just one question.. from where do you hail, Clamavi De Profundis?
@Reiiksol
“Then something woke up inside him, and he wished to go and see the great mountains, and hear the pine-trees and the waterfalls, and explore the caves, and wear a sword.” Me too Bilbo, me too.
@oldmemer5800
You made a stoned man cry
@mamabear9467
Same dude
@deadpixel098
I almost have to cry evrry time I think on this... WHY WWWHHHYYY😭☹️😔☹️😭😭😫😭😭😭😔