[00:22.920]Far over the misty mountains cold,
[00:31.740]To dungeons deep and caverns old
[00:40.840]We must away, ere break of day
[00:49.620]To find our long forgotten gold
[01:00.590]The pines were roaring on the heights,
[01:09.450]The winds were moaning in the night,
[01:18.580]The fire was red, it flaming spread,
[01:27.720]The trees like torches blazed with light.