🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Our Foes Shall Fall - Summoning

 The sword is sharp, the spear  long
 The arrow swift,  gate is strong
 The  is bold that looks on gold
 The  no more shall suffer wrong
 
 The mountain  once more is freed
 O!  fold, the summons heed
 Come haste! Come  Across the waste
  king of friend and kin has need.
 
 Now  we over mountains cold
 Come  unto the caverns old
 Here at the gates  king awaits
 His hands are rich with gems  gold
 
 The king is come unto  hall
 Under the mountain  and tall
  worm of dread is slain and dead
 And ever so our foes  fall