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 pines were roaring on the height Roaring on height The winds were moaning in the night Moaning in night The fire was red, its flaming spread Its flaming spread The trees, like torches, blazed with light They blazed with light 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 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