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

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