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

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