

(ahhhh) The hills are alive with a different song Where the dark pines
grow and the shadows long (shhh)
I hear the bells tolling in the deep
While the children of the valley sleep
This is the sound,
the heavy sound Echoing deep beneath the ground With a thousand voices
rising high Underneath a fractured sky
A few of my favorite wicked things Iron claws and raven wings (hahaha)
Climb every mountain, tear down the wall Watch as the ancient kingdoms
fall (shout)
This is the sound (ahhhh)