1 January 2013
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. ••• 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.
~J. R. R. Tolkien, excerpt from Misty Mountains Cold
Misty Mountains Cold • Opuss № I