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

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