| Far over the Misty Mountains rise
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| Leave us standing upon the height
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| What was before we see once more
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| Is our kingdom a distant light
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| Fiery mountain beneath the moon
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| The words unspoken, we'll be there soon
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| For home a song that echoes on
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| And all who find us will know the tune
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| Some folk we never forget
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| Some kind we never forgive
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| Haven't seen the back of us yet
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| We'll fight as long as we live
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| All eyes on the hidden door
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| To the Lonely Mountain born
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| We'll ride in the gathering storm
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| Until we get our long forgotten gold
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| We lay under the Misty Mountains cold
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| In slumbers deep, and dreams of gold
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| We must awake, our lives to make
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| And in the darkness a torch we hold
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| From long ago when lanterns burned
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| Until this day our hearts have yearned
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| Her fate unknown, the Arkenstone
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| What was stolen must be returned
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| We must awake and make the day
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| To find a song for heart and soul
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| Some folk we never forget
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| Some kind we never forgive
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| Haven't seen the end of it yet
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| We'll fight as long as we live
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| All eyes on the hidden door
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| To the Lonely Mountain born
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| We'll ride in the gathering storm
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| Till we get our long forgotten gold
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| Far away the Misty Mountain's cold. |