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

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