Longe da névoa densa e fria das montanhas Over misty mountains cold Para as profundas masmorras das cavernas ancestrais O mountains cold Devemos deixar a luz do dia To dungeons deep and carvens old Para buscar o lúrido ouro encantado And carvens old We must away ere break of day Ere break of day To seek the pale enchanted gold Enchanted gold
Zumbiram Pinheiros sobre a montanha, The pines were roaring on the height Uivaram os ventos em noites azuis. Roaring on height O fogo vermelho queimava parelho, The winds were moaning in the night As árvores-tochas em fachos de luz. Moaning in night The fire was red, its flaming spread Its flaming spread The trees, like torches, blazed with light They blazed with light
Os anões de outrora conjuraram feitiços poderosos In the darkness bind them Enquanto seus martelos retumbam como o badalar de sinos Em abismos, onde a escuridão permanece oculta Nos saguões vazios abaixo das colinas
Para o antigo rei e senhor élfico The dwarves of yore made mighty spells Existem muitos tesouros reluzentes While hammers fell like ringing bells Que moldados e forjados sob luz, foram confiscados In places deep where dark things sleep Para ocultar jóias em punho de espadas In hollow halls beneath the fells
Na escuridão aprisioná-los For ancient king and elfish lord There many a gleaming golden horde They shaped and wrought, and light they caught To hide in gems on hilt of sword
In the darkness bind them In the darkness bind them In the darkness bind them In the darkness bind them
Over misty mountains cold O mountains cold To dungeons deep and carvens old And carvens old We must away ere break of day Ere break of day To seek the pale enchanted gold 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 elfish lord There many a gleaming golden horde They shaped and wrought, and light they caught To hide in gems on hilt of sword
In the darkness bind them
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 elfish lord There many a gleaming golden horde They shaped and wrought, and light they caught To hide in gems on hilt of sword
In the darkness bind them In the darkness bind them In the darkness bind them In the darkness bind them
In the darkness bind them