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

 Where forest stream  through the wood
 and  all the stens there stood
 of tall trees,  hanging dark
 with  shadows on their bark
 
 as faint  deepest sleeper's breath
 an echo  as cold as death
 Long are the  of shadow made
 where  foot's print is ever laid
 
 No moon is there, no  no sound
 of beating heart; a  profound
 
 once in each age  each age dies
 alone is heard. Far, far  lies
 the Land  Waiting where the Dead sit,
 in their thought's shadow,  no moon lit.
 
 Upon the plain, there rushed forth  high
 Shadows  the dead of night and mirrored in the skies
 
  far away beyond might of day
 And there  the land of dead of mortal cold decay