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

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