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 height,

                   The winds were 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.
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                            ⚒️Silesia enjoyer⚒️