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

  forest stream went through the wood
 and silent all the stens there 
 of tall trees, moveless, hanging 
  mottled shadows on their bark
 
 as faint as deepest sleeper's 
 an echo came as cold as 
 Long are the paths, of shadow 
 where no foot's print is  laid
 
 No moon is there, no voice, no 
 of beating heart; a sigh 
 
 once in each age as  age dies
 alone is heard. Far, far it 
 the Land  Waiting where the Dead sit,
  their thought's shadow, 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  land of dead of mortal cold decay