on another note to all those people riding singles, the next time you yank the bar down and crack me in the skull again you're pushed off the chair. thanks.
Far over the misty mountains cold
To dungeons deep, and caverns old
The pines were roaring on the height
The wind was moaning in the night
The Fire was red, it flaming spread
The Trees like torches blazed with light.
LIKE IT IF YOU CHILL