Messages : 823 Date d'inscription : 08/07/2008 Age : 45 Localisation : lyon
Sujet: far away the misty mountains cold Lun 29 Fév 2016 - 0:40
d'accord, ce n'est pas médiéval, mais j'en frissonne à chaque fois que je l'écoute... superbe
Far over the Misty Mountains cold, to dungeons deep and caverns old, we must away, ere break of day, to seek our pale 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 elvish lord there many a gleaming golden hoard they shaped and wrought, and light they caught, to hide in gems on hilt of sword. On silver necklaces they strung the flowering stars, on crowns they hung the dragon-fire, on twisted wire they meshed the light of moon and sun.
Far over the Misty Mountains cold, to dungeons deep and caverns old, we must away, ere break of day, to claim our long-forgotten gold.
Goblets they carved there for themselves, And harps of gold, where no man delves there lay they long, and many a song was sung unheard by men or elves. The pines were roaring on the heights, the wind was moaning in the night, the fire was red, it flaming spread, the trees like torches blazed with light. The bells were ringing in the dale, and men looked up with faces pale. The dragon's ire, more fierce than fire, laid low their towers and houses frail. The mountain smoked beneath the moon. The dwarves, they heard the tramp of doom. They fled the hall to dying fall beneath his feet, beneath the moon.
Far over the Misty Mountains grim, to dungeons deep and caverns dim, we must away, ere break of day, to win our harps and gold from him!
Far over the Misty Mountains cold, to dungeons deep and caverns old.