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

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