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

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