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

 Where forest stream went through  wood
 and silent all the  there stood
 of  trees, moveless, hanging dark
  mottled shadows on their bark
 
  faint as deepest sleeper's breath
 an echo came as  as death
 Long are the paths, of  made
 where no foot's print  ever laid
 
 No moon is there,  voice, no sound
 of beating heart; a sigh 
 
 once in each age as  age dies
 alone is heard. Far, far it 
 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  of night and mirrored in the skies
 
 Far far away beyond might of 
 And there lay the  of dead of mortal cold decay