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

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