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

 Where forest stream went through the 
 and silent  the stens there stood
  tall trees, moveless, hanging dark
 with  shadows on their bark
 
 as faint as  sleeper's breath
  echo came as cold as death
 Long  the paths, of shadow made
 where no foot's print is ever 
 
 No moon is there, no voice, no 
 of beating  a sigh profound
 
 once in each  as 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,  rushed forth and high
 Shadows at the dead of night and mirrored  the skies
 
 Far far away beyond might of 
  there lay the land of dead of mortal cold decay