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

 The sword is sharp, the spear is 
 The arrow  the gate is strong
 The heart is  that looks on gold
 The dwarves no  shall suffer wrong
 
 The  throne once more is freed
 O! Wandering  the summons heed
 Come  Come haste! Across the waste
 The king of friend and kin  need.
 
 Now call  over mountains cold
 Come back unto  caverns old
 Here at  gates the king awaits
 His hands are rich  gems and gold
 
 The king is  unto his hall
 Under the mountain dark and 
 The worm of dread  slain and dead
 And ever  our foes shall fall