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

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