[00:19.400]Far over the Misty Mountains cold
[00:28.400]To dungeons deep and caverns old
[00:37.400]We must away , ere break of day
[00:47.400]To find our long-forgotten gold
[00:56.400]The pines were roaring on the heights
[01:05.400]The winds were moaning in the night
[01:14.300]The fire was red , it flaming spread
[01:23.400]The trees like torches blazed with light