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

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