Howard Shore - Montanhas Sombrias
Misty Mountains
Far over the misty mountains cold
To dungeouns deep and caverns old
We must away, ere break of day
To claim 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.
Montanhas Sombrias
Longe da névoa densa e fria das montanhas
Para as profundas masmorras das cavernas ancestrais
Devemos deixar a luz do dia
Para buscar o lúrido ouro encantado.
Os pinheiros rugiram impetuosamente,
Os ventos sussurram nas trevas,
O fogo vermelho, flamejante ganhou vida;
As árvores brilhavam como tochas com a luz.
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