In Hollow Halls Beneath The Fells
Summoning
Far over the misty mountains cold
To dungeons deep and carvens old
We must away ere break of day
To seek the pale enchanted gold
The pines were roaring on the height
The winds were moaning in the night
The fire was read, it flaming spread
The trees like torches blazed with light
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