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

 Where forest stream  through the wood
 and silent all the  there stood
 of tall trees,  hanging dark
 with mottled shadows on  bark
 
 as faint as  sleeper's breath
 an echo came  cold as death
 Long are  paths, of shadow made
 where no foot's print is ever 
 
 No moon is  no voice, no sound
 of beating heart;  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 shadow, by no moon 
 
  the plain, there rushed forth and high
 Shadows at the  of night and mirrored in the skies
 
 Far far away beyond  of day
 And there lay  land of dead of mortal cold decay