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

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