🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Land Of The Dead - Summoning

 Where  stream went through the wood
 and silent all the stens there 
 of tall trees, moveless, hanging 
 with mottled shadows on their 
 
 as faint as  sleeper's breath
 an echo came  cold as death
 Long are the paths, of shadow 
 where no foot's  is ever laid
 
 No  is there, no voice, no sound
 of beating heart;  sigh profound
 
 once in each  as each age dies
  is heard. Far, far it lies
 the Land of Waiting where  Dead sit,
 in their thought's shadow, by no moon 
 
 Upon the plain, there rushed  and high
 Shadows at the dead of night and mirrored in  skies
 
 Far far  beyond might of day
 And there lay  land of dead of mortal cold decay