No no no

Far over the misty mountains cold

Two dungeons deep

Even caverns hold

We must away

A break of day

To find our love

Forgotten gold

The pines were roaring

King on the high

The winds were mourning

At night the fire was lit

And with flame and spray

The trees like torture

Blessed with light

The wind was on on the winds of tears

But in the forest still heard no leaves

Their shadows lay

Be night or day

And dark things silent

As we live

From the pines of glory torches place

With lies and flames climb high

Into the night light

The winds went down

From west to me east

Our movements in the forest cease

But shrill and hush

Across the march

It's whistling voices

This world released

Farewell we call to hearth and call

The wind may blow and rain may fall

We must away

Every break of day

Far over the wood

And mountain tall