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

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