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

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