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

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