domingo, 22 de maio de 2016

The Misty Moutain's Cold





Far over the misty mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old 
We must away, ere break of day, 
To find our long-forgotten gold. 

The pines were roaring on the height,
The winds were moaning in the night. 
The fire was red, it flaming spread; 
The trees like torches blazed with light. 

Far over the misty mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old 
We must away, ere break of day, 
To find our long-forgotten gold. 

The pines were roaring on the height,
The winds were moaning in the night. 
The fire was red, it flaming spread; 
The trees like torches blazed with light. 


P.S.: Uma das várias versões da música dos anões de Tolkein.



segunda-feira, 2 de maio de 2016