Misty Mountains
Rivendell Lyrics

Far over the misty mountains cold
We must travel far beyond the towering, mist-covered mountains, where the bitter cold chills our bones.

To dungeons deep and caverns old
We must venture deep into ancient dungeons and caverns, where shadows reign.

We must away ere break of day
We must leave before dawn breaks over the land, in secrecy and haste.

To seek the pale enchanted gold
Our quest is for a fabled treasure of enchanted gold, shimmering with an otherworldly light.

The dwarves of yore made mightly spells
The dwarves of olden times crafted great spells, wielding mystic powers beyond human comprehension.

While hammers fell like ringing bells
As they worked, the sound of hammers striking the forge rang out like a pealing of joyous bells.

In places deep, where dark things sleep
These spells were crafted in the deepest, darkest places, where malevolent creatures slumbered.

In hollow halls beneath the fells
These places were the hollowed-out halls located deep beneath the mountains.

For ancient king and elvish lord
The treasure was originally created for great rulers of old, both human and elf.

There many a gleaming golden hoard
The dwarves forged many treasures of gleaming gold, forming a vast hoard that glittered in the darkness.

They shaped and wrought, and light they caught
With skilled craftsmanship, the dwarves shaped and fashioned the gold, creating objects that reflected light in fascinating ways.

To hide in gems on hilt of sward
They also adorned precious gems onto the hilts of swords, to further obscure the treasure from plain sight.

On silver necklaces they strung
Delicate silver necklaces were adorned with glittering gems and stars.

The flowering stars, on crowns they hung
These sparkling stars were hung on crowns of pure gold, making for fashion accessories of great beauty.

The dragon-fire, in twisted wire
They even crafted elaborate wire frames that contained dragon-fire, trapping the light and making it all the more spectacular.

They meshed the light of moon and sun
They combined both sunlight and moonlight, twisting them together to form a brilliant, otherworldly light.

Goblets they carved there for themselves
The dwarves also carved intricate goblets of great beauty and detail for themselves.

And harps of gold; where no man delves
They even crafted musical instruments of great value, such as harps of pure gold, in secret and hidden from prying eyes.

There lay they long, and many a song
These ancient treasures have laid dormant for generations, and during this time, countless songs were sung near them by dwarves and elves alike, but heard by few.

Was sung unheard by men or elves
Most of these songs were unheard by the world at large, save for those within the depths of the caverns.

The pines were roaring on the height
As our journey begins, the tallest pine trees sway and groan with the wind high above us.

The winds were moaning in the night
The winds howl through the night, moaning with a discomforting sound that chills the bones.

The fire was red, it flaming spread
The dwarves' fiery breath is what gave rise to the flames that spread through the caverns like wildfire, a symbol of the danger and beauty to come.

The trees like torches blazed with light
The pine trees, touched by the dwarves' fire, blaze like a skyscraper's worth of torches, marking our path ahead.

The bells were ringing in the dale
We hear the distant sounds of bells ringing from deep in the valley below us.

And men looked up with faces pale
Other travelers and settlers look up, sensing the danger that drew us like a magnet. Fear is etched deeply on their faces.

The dragon's ire more fierce than fire
The dragon we seek is more terrible than any fire we've ever seen, a formidable foe.

Laid low their towers and houses frail
The dragon's wrath is the source of destruction for those who have come before us, with homes and towns completely destroyed in his path.

The mountain smoked beneath the moon
Smoke and ash belches from the mountainside, thick enough to obscure the dim light of the moon.

The dwarves, they heard the tramp of doom
Even deep below the ground, the dwarves could hear the ominous march of the evil that draws us nearer.

They fled their hall to dying fall
The dwarves were forced to flee from their hidden halls, and with every step, they come closer to death.

Beneath his feet, beneath the moon
The dragon's feet thunder on the ground, just outside of our vision, as the moon illuminates the site of our final confrontation.

Far over the misty mountains grim
Having passed the misty mountains, we now delve deeper into darker, more foreboding peaks, where the dangers lie thicker.

To dungeons deep and caverns dim
Our journey continues into pitch-black caverns that have never seen the light of day, with twisted paths and mazes to navigate.

We must away, ere break of day
Our desperation grows as we must press on, seeking the treasure that will save us from certain doom.

To win our harps and gold from him!
Our ultimate goal is to claim our prize, liberating the harps and gold from the dragon's grasp.