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

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