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

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